Can An Ass Be Tragic?--to Perish Under

How Much Rationality And Higher Protection There Is In Such Self-deception, And How Much Falseness I Still Require In Order To Allow Myself Again And Again The Luxury Of My Sincerity.

No Artist Will Tolerate The World For One Second As It Is.

Love Brings To Light A Lover's Noble And Hidden Qualities-his Rare And Exceptional Traits: It Is Thus Liable To Be Deceptive Of His Normal Qualities.

There Would Be No Sunshine In Society If The Born Flatterers, I Mean The So-called Amiable People, Did Not Bring It In With Them.

Ah, Only He Who Knows Where He Sails, Knows What Wind Is Good, And A Fair Wind For Him.