Reason Is An Historian, But The Passions

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.

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.

Familiarity Is The Root Of The Closest Friendships, As Well As The Interests Hatreds.

True Felicity Consists Of Its Own Consciousness.

Man Spends His Life In Reasoning On The Past, In Complaining Of The Present, In Fearing Future.