Reason is the historian, but passions are the actors.
Mind is the partial side of men; the heart is everything.
History is only time furnished with dates and rich with events.
Gold like the sun, which melts wax, but hardens clay, expands great souls.
The despotism of will in ideas is styled plan, project, character, obstinacy; its despotism in desires is called passion.
To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.