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.

Memory always obeys the commands of the heart.

It is easy for men to write and talk like philosophers, but to act with wisdom, there is the rub!

Generally speaking, there is more wit than talent in the world. Society swarms with witty people who lack talent.

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

The only thing wealth does for some people is to make them worry about losing it.

Mutability is written upon all things.