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But When All Is Said, The Greatest Art Is To Limit And Isolate Oneself.

People Can Only Live With Their Equals, And Not Even With Them; For In The Long Run They Cannot Tolerate That Someone Is Their Equal.

An Angel! Nonsense! Everybody So Describes His Mistress; And Yet I Find It Impossible To Tell You How Perfect She Is, Or Why She Is So Perfect: Suffice It To Say She Has Captivated All My Senses.

Vanity Is A Desire Of Personal Glory, The Wish To Be Appreciated, Honoured, And Run After, Not Because Of One's Personal Qualities, Merits, And Achievements, But Because Of One's Individual Existence. At Best, Therefore, It Is A Frivolous Beauty Whim It Befits.

How Many Years Must A Man Do Nothing, Before He Can At All Know What Is To Be Done And How To Do It!