Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.
Stupidity assumes two forms, it speaks or is silent. Mute stupidity is bearable.
Thought is a key to all treasures; the miser's gains are ours without his cares. Thus I have soared above this world, where my enjoyments have been intellectual joys.
By resorting to self-resignation, the unfortunate consummate.
A monster which devours everything - that is familiarity.
I prefer thought to action, an idea to a transaction, contemplation to activity.