Mutability Is Written Upon All Things.

Obtuseness Is Sometimes A Virtue.

Indolence And Stupidity Are First Cousins.

Reason Is The Historian, But Passions Are The Actors.

There Are Men Who Gain From Their Wealth Only The Fear Of Losing It.

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.