Have but luck, and you will have the rest; be fortunate, and you will be thought great.
There is no rapture in the love which is prompted by esteem; such affection is lasting, not passionate.
Love is like a tree, it grows of its own accord, it puts down deep roots into our whole being.
To live a life which is a perpetual falsehood is to suffer unknown tortures.
To think of shadows is a serious thing.
First problem. To produce wealth. Second problem. To distribute it.