False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.
Tranquil pleasures last the longest; we are not fitted to bear the burden of great joys.
Music is the fourth great material want, first food, then clothes, then shelter, then music.
Our first and last love is self-love.
No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities.
Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.
It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.
Sensitiveness is closely allied to egotism; and excessive sensibility is only another name for morbid self-consciousness. The cure for tender sensibilities is to make more of our objects and less of our selves.
In ambition, as in love, the successful can afford to be indulgent toward their rivals. The prize our own, it is graceful to recognize the merit that vainly aspired to it.
We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them.
There is great beauty in going through life without anxiety or fear. Half our fears are baseless, and the other half discreditable.
The great artist is a slave to his ideals.
Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.
The method of the enterprising is to plan with audacity and execute with vigor.
Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.
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