It is the north wind that lashes men into Vikings; it is the soft, luscious south wind which lulls them to lotus dreams.
When passion and habit long lie in company it is only slowly and with incredulity that habit awakens to finds its companion fled, itself alone.
Emulation is active virtue; envy is brooding malice.
Indifference is the invisible giant of the world.
Take hope from the heart of man, and you make him a beast of prey.
The loss of our illusions is the only loss from which we never recover.