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.

There is even the dignity of vice.

Obtuseness is sometimes a virtue.

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

The personal pronoun "I" should be the coat of arms of some individuals.

A fool may have his coat embroidered with gold, but it is a fool's coat still.

The methods that help a man acquire a fortune are the very ones that keep him from enjoying it.