Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.

Oblivion is the rule and fame the exception, of humanity.

Gold like the sun, which melts wax, but hardens clay, expands great souls.

Memory always obeys the commands of the heart.

Familiarity is the root of the closest friendships, as well as the interests hatreds.

Speech is external thought, and thought internal speech.

Ideas are a capital that bears interest only in the hands of talent.

To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.

The only thing wealth does for some people is to make them worry about losing it.

It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.