The Ascetic Makes A Necessity Of Virtue.

One Receives As Reward For Much Ennui, Despondency, Boredom -such As A Solitude Without Friends, Books, Duties, Passions Must Bring With It -those Quarter-hours Of Profoundest Contemplation Within Oneself And Nature. He Who Completely Entrenches Himself Against Boredom Also Entrenches Himself Against Himself: He Will Never Get To Drink The Strongest Refreshing Draught From His Own Innermost Fountain.

I Fear That, With Our Current Veneration For The Natural And The Real, We Have Arrived At The Opposite Pole To All Idealism, And Have Landed In The Region Of The Waxworks.

For Those Who Need Consolation No Means Of Consolation Is So Effective As The Assertion That In Their Case No Consolation Is Possible: It Implies So Great A Degree Of Distinction That They At Once Hold Up Their Heads Again.

The Secret Of Reaping The Greatest Fruitfulness And The Greatest Enjoyment From Life Is To Live Dangerously.

Science Offends The Modesty Of All Real Women. It Makes Them Feel As Though It Were An Attempt To Peek Under Their Skin--or, Worseyet, Under Their Dress And Ornamentation!