Even those who write against fame wish for the fame of having written well, and those who read their works desire the fame of having read them.
We view things not only from different sides, but with different eyes; we have no wish to find them alike.
Our nature consists in motion; complete rest is death.
The greatness of man is great in that he knows himself to be wretched. A tree does not know itself to be wretched.
Man's true nature being lost, everything becomes his nature; as, his true good being lost, everything becomes his good.
Vanity is but the surface.
