If women believed in their husbands they would be a good deal happier >>
There are people who read too much: bibliobibuli. I know some who are >>
To be in love is merely to be in a perpetual state of anesthesia. >>
Idleness is an inlet to disorder, and makes way for licentiousness. Pe >>
Idleness is only a coarse name for my infinite capacity for living in >>
The life of ease is a difficult pursuit. >>
There is nothing worse than an idle hour, with no occupation offering. People who have many such hours are simply animals waiting docilely for death. We all come to that state soon or late. It is the curse of senility.