There is much difference between imitating a good man, and counterfeiting him.
There are bad people everywhere, but among the bad there are some good one.[Везде есть люди дурные, а между дурными и хорошие.]
The good life, as I conceive it, is a happy life. I do not mean that if you are good you will be happy; I mean that if you are happy you will be good.
That’s the curse of the reading class. We can be seduced by a good story even at the least opportune moments.
That which is actually good never alters.[Ce qui est bon est toujours bon.]
Sometimes I wonder if we’re all born with equal amounts of good and evil. What if no one person is more or less malevolent than another, and that we all just release our bad at different times, in different ways?
Share that which is good and desirable and withhold that which is bad and undesirable.
Our body begins to destroy itself from the moment it is born. We are fragile. We’re creatures of passage. All that is left of us are our actions, the good or the evil we do to our fellow humans.
One man’s ways may be as good as another’s, but we all like our own best.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
Nobody gets justice. People only get good luck or bad luck.
No one is exclusively bad, nor is anyone exclusively good. Some are just forced to work harder at suppressing the bad.
