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

Rumor, once started, rushes on like a river, until it mingles with, and is lost in the sea.

The world is governed by love,--self-love.

Opinions, theories, and systems pass by turns over the grindstone of time, which at first gives them brilliancy and sharpness, but finally wears them out.

The absolute ruler may be a Nero, but he is sometimes a Titus or Marc Aurelius; the people is often Nero, but never Marc Aurelius.

It is, no doubt, an immense advantage to have done nothing, but one should not abuse it.

The mischief of children is seldom actuated by malice; that of grown-up people always is.