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.

Oblivion is the rule and fame the exception, of humanity.

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

The subtle sauce of malice is often indulged in by maidens of uncertain age, over their tea.

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

Memory always obeys the commands of the heart.

Youth is not the era of wisdom; let us therefore have due consideration.