To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.
Reason is the historian, but passions are the actors.
It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
Of every ten persons who talk about you, nine will say something bad, and the tenth will say something good in a bad way.
Speech is external thought, and thought internal speech.
Gold like the sun, which melts wax, but hardens clay, expands great souls.
Vices are often habits rather than passions.
Ideas are a capital that bears interest only in the hands of talent.
Memory always obeys the commands of the heart.
Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.
It is, no doubt, an immense advantage to have done nothing, but one should not abuse it.
The only thing wealth does for some people is to make them worry about losing it.
Generally speaking, there is more wit than talent in the world. Society swarms with witty people who lack talent.
Oblivion is the rule and fame the exception, of humanity.
