Reason is the historian, but passions are the actors.

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

Speech is external thought, and thought internal speech.

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

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

Memory always obeys the commands of the heart.

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

Vices are often habits rather than passions.

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