Ideas are a capital that bears interest only in the hands of talent.
It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.
Mind is the partial side of man; the heart is everything.
Of every ten persons who talk about you, nine will say something bad, and the tenth will say something good in a bad way.
To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.