What Isn’t Clear, Isn’t French.

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.

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

Memory Always Obeys The Commands Of The Heart.

Mind Is The Partial Side Of Men; The Heart Is Everything.

Obtuseness Is Sometimes A Virtue.