Familiarity is the root of the closest friendships, as well as the interests hatreds.
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Gold like the sun, which melts wax, but hardens clay, expands great souls.
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Ideas are a capital that bears interest only in the hands of talent.
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It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
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Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.
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Memory always obeys the commands of the heart.
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Oblivion is the rule and fame the exception, of humanity.
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Of every ten persons who talk about you, nine will say something bad, and the tenth will say something good in a bad way.
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Reason is the historian, but passions are the actors.
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Speech is external thought, and thought internal speech.
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The only thing wealth does for some people is to make them worry about losing it.
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To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.
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