What view is one likely to take of the state of a person's mind when his speech is wild and incoherent and knows no constraint?

The rust of the mind is the destruction of genius.

Leisure without literature is death and burial alive.

Greed's worst point is its ingratitude.

A dwarf is small even if he stands on a mountain; a colossus keeps his height, even if he stands in a well.

Solitude and company may be allowed to take their turns: the one creates in us the love of mankind, the other that of ourselves; solitude relieves us when we are sick of company, and conversation when we are weary of being alone, so that the one cures the other. There is no man so miserable as he that is at a loss how to use his time

It is medicine, not scenery, for which a sick man must go searching.