I Am A Forest, And

The Bad Gains Respect Through Imitation, The Good Loses It Especially In Art.

Behind All Their Personal Vanity, Women Themselves Always Have An Impersonal Contempt For Woman.

One Often Contradicts An Opinion When What Is Uncongenial Is Really The Tone In Which It Was Conveyed.

The Great Man Fights The Elements In His Time That Hinder His Own Greatness, In Other Words His Own Freedom And Sincerity.

I Have Found Strength Where One Does Not Look For It: In Simple, Mild, And Pleasant People, Without The Least Desire To Rule -- And, Conversely, The Desire To Rule Has Often Appeared To Me A Sign Of Inward Weakness: They Fear Their Own Slave Soul And Shroud It In A Royal Cloak (in The End, They Still Become The Slaves Of Their Followers, Their Fame, Etc.)