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

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

To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.

Brave men do not boast nor bluster. Deeds, not words, speak for such.

Reason is the historian, but passions are the actors.

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