Ideas are a capital that bears interest only in the hands of talent.
Gold like the sun, which melts wax, but hardens clay, expands great souls.
Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.
The woman who too easily and ardently yielded her devotion will find that its vitality, like a bright fire, soon consumes itself.
Brave men do not boast nor bluster. Deeds, not words, speak for such.
The world is governed by love,--self-love.