It Is Not He Who Searches For

To Lose One's Self In Reverie, One Must Be Either Very Happy, Or Very Unhappy. Reverie Is The Child Of Extremes.

Obtuseness Is Sometimes A Virtue.

The Most Civilized People Are As Near To Barbarism As The Most Polished Steel Is To Rust. Nations, Like Metals, Have Only A Superficial Brilliancy.

Indolence And Stupidity Are First Cousins.

There Are Some Women Who Are Flirts Upon Principle; They Consider It Their Duty To Make Themselves As Pleasing As Possible To Every One.