Gold like the sun, which melts wax, but hardens clay, expands great souls.
Opinions, theories, and systems pass by turns over the grindstone of time, which at first gives them brilliancy and sharpness, but finally wears them out.
Mind is the partial side of men; the heart is everything.
Vices are often habits rather than passions.
To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.
It is not he who searches for praise who finds it.