. . . long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in . . ."

"There is no real evil in life, except great pain; all the rest is imaginary, and depends on the light in which we view things."

The desire to be singular and to astonish by ways out of the common seems to me to be the source of many virtues.

True friendship is never serene.

". . . it seldom happens, I think, that a man has the civility to die when all the world wishes it."