The Language Of The Face

There Is No Hell Like That Of A Selfish Heart, And There Is No Misfortune So Great As That Of Not Being Able To Make A Sacrifice. These Two Thoughts Come To Me Strongly This Morning. It Is Something To Have Learned These Truths So That We Can Never Again Doubt Them.

It Is Always Legitimate To Wish To Rise Above One's Self, Never Above Others.

Every Life Has Its Actual Blanks, Which The Ideal Must Fill Up, Or Which Else Remain Bare & Profitless Forever.

In The Nature Of Things, I Must Soon Lose Sight Of This Sense Of Constant Metamorphosis Whose Limits Bound Our Human Life.

When I Behold The Passion For Ornamentation, And The Corresponding Power, I Feel As If Women Had So Far Shown What They Are Bad For, Rather Than What They Are Good For.