Ideas are a capital that bears interest only in the hands of talent.
Memory always obeys the commands of the heart.
Familiarity is the root of the closest friendships, as well as the interests hatreds.
There is even the dignity of vice.
Indolence and stupidity are first cousins.
Wrong is wrong; no fallacy can hide it, no subterfuge cover it so shrewdly but that the All-Seeing One will discover and punish it.