Oblivion is the rule and fame the exception, of humanity.
To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.
Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.
It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
Gold like the sun, which melts wax, but hardens clay, expands great souls.
Of every ten persons who talk about you, nine will say something bad, and the tenth will say something good in a bad way.
