Society is a republic. When an individual tries to lift themselves above others, they are dragged down by the mass, either by ridicule or slander.

The wise man is he who knows when and how to stop

Nothing awakens reminiscence like an aroma.

A language does not become fixed. The human intellect is always on the march, or, if you prefer, in movement, and languages with it.

Large, heavy, ragged black clouds hung like crape hammocks beneath the starry cope of the night. You would have said that they were the cobwebs of the firmament.

The soul has greater need of the ideal than of the real

Are you afraid of the good you might do?