Forbearance In The Face Of Fate, Beauty

Even In A Personal Sense, After All, Art Is An Intensified Life. By Art One Is More Deeply Satisfied And More Rapidly Used Up. It Engraves On The Countenance Of Its Servant The Traces Of Imaginary And Intellectual Adventures, And Even If He Has Outwardly Existed In Cloistral Tranquility, It Leads In The Long Term To Overfastidiousness, Over-refinement, Nervous Fatigue And Overstimulation, Such As Can Seldom Result From A Life Of The Most Extravagant Passions And Pleasures.

It Is Love, Not Reason, That Is Stronger Than Death.

I Shall Need To Sleep Three Weeks On End To Get Rested From The Rest I've Had.

Order And Simplification Are The First Steps Toward The Mastery Of A Subject.

Stupid — Well, There Are So Many Kinds Of Stupidity, And Cleverness Is One Of The Worst.