She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.
A man never sees all that his mother has been to him until it's too late to let her know that he sees it.
The book which you read from a sense of duty, or because for any reason you must, does not commonly make friends with you.
Tomorrow I shall be sixty-nine, but I do not seem to care. I did not start the affair, and I have not been consulted about it at any step.
She had conquered, but she had also necessarily lost much. Perhaps what she had lost was not worth keeping; but at any rate she had lost it.
The historian assesses that the investment of the wealthy classes in the Bank of England wedded them to the fate of the nation as a whole and to the maintenance of its stability.
I am only conscious of any satisfaction in Scientific Reading or thinking when it rounds off into a poetical generality and vagueness.
The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.
It is the function of creative people to perceive relations between thoughts, or things, or forms of expressions that seem utterly different, and to be able to Connect the seemingly Unconnected".
When I go train hopping and I look up into the sky, there are always so many more stars than I remember there were.
It was about as easy getting the Statue of Liberty to spread cunny, which did take some dynamite persuasion.
When a love-relationship is at its height there is no room left for any interest in the environment; a pair of lovers are sufficient to themselves
So difficult is it for us to know, with the dead as with the living, whether a thing would cause them joy or sorrow!
As soon as jealousy is discovered, it is regarded by the person who is its object as a challenge which justifies deception.
I could no longer desire physically without feeling a need for her, without suffering from her absence.
But I consoled myself with the reflexion that in spite of everything she was for me the real point of intersection between reality and dream.
So what I had believed to be nothing to me was simply my entire life. How ignorant one is of oneself.
She was capable of causing me pain, but no longer any joy. Pain alone kept my wearisome attachment alive.
Know all the Questions, but not the Answers Look for the Different, instead of the Same Never Walk where there's room for Running Don't do anything that can't be a Game
Were it not for frustration and humiliation I suppose the human race would get ideas above its station.
I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down." [ , August 8, 1839]
