Ideas Are A Capital That

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.

The Absolute Ruler May Be A Nero, But He Is Sometimes A Titus Or Marc Aurelius; The People Is Often Nero, But Never Marc Aurelius.

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.

Reason Is The Historian, But Passions Are The Actors.

Oblivion Is The Rule And Fame The Exception, Of Humanity.