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.
In general, indulgence for those we know is rarer than pity for those we know not.
If poverty makes man groan, he yawns in opulence. When fortune exempts us from labor, nature overwhelms us with time.
Brave men do not boast nor bluster. Deeds, not words, speak for such.
Mind is the partial side of men; the heart is everything.
The modest man has everything to gain, and the arrogant man everything to lose; for modesty has always to deal with generosity, and arrogance with envy.
The methods that help a man acquire a fortune are the very ones that keep him from enjoying it.
There are men who gain from their wealth only the fear of losing it.
It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.