An Excessive Preponderance Of An Idealistic Mood

The Shots Had Dispersed The Birds; There Remained Only Two Marabous, Standing Between Ten And Twenty Paces Away And Plunged In Reverie. They Were Like Two Old Men With Bald Heads Pressed Between The Shoulders.

My Position Is Such That There Is No Necessity For Me To Enter Into Competition With Struggling Humanity. As To Expensive And Ruinous Pleasures, I Am A Sceptic Who Knows How Much They Are Worth, Or Rather, Knows That They Are Not Worth Anything.

On An Exhausted Field, Only Weeds Grow.

There Is Probably No Greater Idler Than Myself. And I Would Consider Myself A Lazy-bones If I Did Not Write So Many Volumes, And If I Did Not Admire My Diligence Once I Begin Writing.

I Consider That In Dialectics I Am The Equal Of Socrates. As To Women, I Agree That Each Has Three Or Four Souls, But None Of Them A Reasoning One.