There Is Even The Dignity Of Vice.

That Which Happens To The Soil When It Ceases To Be Cultivated By The Social Man Happens To Man Himself When He Foolishly Forsakes Society For Solitude; The Brambles Grow Up In His Desert Heart.

Of Every Ten Persons Who Talk About You, Nine Will Say Something Bad, And The Tenth Will Say Something Good In A Bad Way.

It Is, No Doubt, An Immense Advantage To Have Done Nothing, But One Should Not Abuse It.

To Be Ungrateful Is To Be Unnatural. The Head May Be Thus Guilty, Not The Heart.

The Despotism Of Will In Ideas Is Styled Plan, Project, Character, Obstinacy; Its Despotism In Desires Is Called Passion.