Indolence and stupidity are first cousins.

Memory always obeys the commands of the heart.

That which happens to the soil when it ceases to be cultivated by the social man happens to man himself when he foolishly forsakes society for solitude; the brambles grow up in his desert heart.

History is only time furnished with dates and rich with events.

There are men who gain from their wealth only the fear of losing it.

To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.

Women read each other at a single glance.