A good author possesses not only his own intellect, but also that of his friends.

Even the most beautiful scenery is no longer assured of our love after we have lived in it for three months, and some distant coast attracts our avarice: possessions are generally diminished by possession.

In order to acquire intellect one must need it. One loses it when it is no longer necessary.

What is the vanity of the vainest man compared with the vanity which the most modest possesses when, in the midst of nature and the world, he feels himself to be ''man''!

The best things in life come in threes, like friends, dreams, and memories.

So then, friends, what do you say?Amen! Until we meet again.