The best of all good things, says M. Retz, is repose. All the pleasures
which nature can bestow, become insipid to him who is agitated by
ambition, who is tormented by vanity, or torn by envy. You shall see a
man on whom fortune has been prodigal of her choicest favours, to whom
nature has given a sound and vigorous body; who is beloved by his wife
and his children, whom he cherishes; whose presence spreads pleasure and
joy in his family, where he is only an apparition; who, if he lived on
his own domains, would enjoy the pleasure of doing good to a set of
vassals, but he there makes his appearance only three or four times in a
year; and is then scarcely seen till he is gone again. This man does not
feel the value of health; he does not enjoy his fortune. His life which
might flow on in that kind of animated leisure, which results from the
exercise of acts of beneficence, is consumed in agitation and in fear.
Independent by his riches, he devotes himself to servitude, and is
tormented by chagrin. His sleep, which ought to be pleasing, is troubled
by envy and disquietude. He writes, he cringes, he solicits, he tears
himself from pleasures, and gives himself up to occupations that are not
suited to his taste; he in a measure refuses to live during forty years
of his life, in order that he may obtain employment, dignities, marks of
distinction, which, when he obtains them, he cannot enjoy.
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