Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.
One sees qualities at a distance and defects at close range.
The brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are over we realize this: that the human race has been roughly handled, but that it has advanced.
O youth! thou often tearest thy wings against the thorns of voluptuousness.
For prying into any human affairs, non are equal to those whom it does not concern.
A fixed idea ends in madness or heroism.