The Capacity For Passion Is Both Cruel

I Have No Enthusiasm For Nature Which The Slightest Chill Will Not Instantly Destroy.

Living For Oneself Is A Bad Thing. The Keenest Intellectual Pleasure Comes From Being Able To Return To The Self After Being Absent From It For A Spell. But Living All The Time Inside The Self, That Most Tyrannical, Demanding And Capricious Of Companions - No, One Shouldn't Do It.

There Are No More Thorough Prudes Than Those Who Have Some Little Secret To Hide.

There Is But On Virtue--the Eternal Sacrifice Of Self.

Talent, Will And Genius Are Natural Phenomena Like The Lake, The Volcano, The Mountain, The Wind, The Star, The Cloud.