A Quote by Ninon de L'Enclos

Ennui, the parent of expensive and ruinous vices. — © Ninon de L'Enclos
Ennui, the parent of expensive and ruinous vices.
Of all vices take heed of drunkenness; other vices are but fruits of disordered affections--this disorders, nay, banishes reason; other vices but impair the soul--this demolishes her two chief faculties, the understanding and the will; other vices make their own way--this makes way for all vices; he that is a drunkard is qualified for all vice.
Symmetry is ennui, and ennui is the very essence of grief and melancholy. Despair yawns.
One of ennui's most terribel components is the overwhelming feeling of ennui that comes over you whenever you try to explain it.
Idleness begets ennui, ennui the hypochondriac, and that a diseased body. No laborious person was ever yet hysterical.
Bourgeois morality is largely a system of making cheap virtues a cloak for expensive vices.
A man must have vices, expensive ones if possible. Otherwise when he reaches old age he will have nothing to be redeemed from.
My position is such that there is no necessity for me to enter into competition with struggling humanity. As to expensive and ruinous pleasures, I am a sceptic who knows how much they are worth, or rather, knows that they are not worth anything.
Slavery is the parent of ignorance, and ignorance begets a whole brood of follies and vices; and every one of these is inevitably hostile to literary culture.
I was a solo parent. Not a single parent as far as I was concerned. Single parent implies that the other parent is around somewhere.
If a man has no vices, he is in great danger of making vices about his virtues, and there's a spectacle.
We make a ladder for ourselves of our vices, if we trample those same vices underfoot.
We make ourselves a ladder out of our vices if we trample the vices themselves underfoot.
Ambition is a gilded misery, a secret poison, a hidden plague, the engineer of deceit, the mother of hypocrisy, the parent of envy, the original of vices, the moth of holiness, the blinder of hearts, turning medicines into maladies, and remedies into diseases.
Mum once told Dad that vices are only vices when looked at through the frame of society.
Amongst all other vices there is none I hate more than cruelty, both by nature and judgment, as the extremest of all vices.
We all have our vices, you know. One of my vices is ice cream.
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