Man Is Almost Always As Wicked As

We Remember Childhood As The Fabulous Years Of Our Lives, And Nations Remember Their Childhood As Fabulous Years.

Old Age Is The Supreme Evil, For It Deprives Man Of All Pleasures While Allowing His Appetites To Remain, And It Brings With It Every Possible Sorrow. Yet Men Fear Death And Desire Old Age.

I Find It Awfully Difficult To Determine If The Habit Of Talking About Oneself At Length Runs Contrary To The Basic Rules Of Propriety, Or If Instead The Man Exempt From This Vice Is Rare.

There's No Greater Sign Of Being A Poor Philosopher And Wise Man Than Wanting All Of Life To Be Wise And Philosophical.

Man Is Doomed Either Squander His Youth, Which Is The Only Time He Has To Store Provisions For The Coming Years And Provide For His Own Well-being, Or To Spend His Youth Procuring Pleasures In Advance For That Time Of Life When He Will Be Too Old To Enjoy Them.