James Wood, comp. Dictionary of Quotations. 1899.

Rivarol

Gold, like the sun, which melts wax and hardens clay, expands great souls and contracts bad hearts.

If poverty makes a man groan, he yawns in opulence.

In general, indulgence for those we know is rarer than pity for those we know not.

Indolence and stupidity are first cousins.

It is easy for men to write and talk like philosophers; but to act with wisdom, there’s the rub.

It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.

Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, complaining of the present, and trembling for the future.

Memory always obeys the commands of the heart.

Mind is the partial side of men; the heart is everything.

Oblivion is the rule, and fame the exception, of humanity.

Obtuseness is sometimes a virtue.

Reason is a historian, but the passions are the actors.

Speech is external thought, and thought internal speech.

The most civilised are as near to barbarism as the most polished steel to rust. Nations, like metals, have only a superficial brilliancy.

To lose one’s self in revery, one must be either happy or very unhappy. Revery is the child of extreme.