The Pure Soul Is A Pure Lie.

We Forget Our Guilt When We Have Confessed It To Another, But The Other Does Not Usually Forget It.

The Great Man... Is Colder, Harder, Less Hesitating, And Without Fear Of 'opinion'; He Lacks The Virtues That Accompany Respect And 'respectability,' And Altogether Everything That Is The 'virtue Of The Herd.' If He Cannot Lead, He Goes Alone... He Knows He Is Incommunicable: He Finds It Tasteless To Be Familiar... When Not Speaking To Himself, He Wears A Mask. There Is A Solitude Within Him That Is Inaccessible To Praise Or Blame.

We Seldom Break Our Leg So Long As Life Continues A Toilsome Upward Climb. The Danger Comes When We Begin To Take Things Easily And Choose The Convenient Paths.

The World Is Beautiful, But Has A Disease Called Man.

Comparing Man And Woman On The Whole, One May Say: Woman Would Not Possess A Genius For Ornamentation If She Did Not Also Possessan Instinct For The Secondary Role.