We Are Franker Towards Others

It Is Nothing But Fanaticism And Beautiful Soulism To Expect Very Much (or Even, Much Only) From Humanity When It Has Forgotten How To Wage War.

Out Of Damp And Gloomy Days, Out Of Solitude, Out Of Loveless Words Directed At Us, Conclusions Grow Up In Us Like Fungus: One Morning They Are There, We Know Not How, And They Gaze Upon Us, Morose And Gray. Woe To The Thinker Who Is Not The Gardener But Only The Soil Of The Plants That Grow In Him.

Most People Are Far Too Much Occupied With Themselves To Be Malicious.

Good Manners Disappear In Proportion As The Influence Of A Court And An Exclusive Aristocracy Lessens; This Decrease Can Be Plainly Observed From Decade To Decade By Those Who Have An Eye For Public Behavior, Which Grows Visibly.

Love Brings To Light A Lover's Noble And Hidden Qualities-his Rare And Exceptional Traits: It Is Thus Liable To Be Deceptive Of His Normal Qualities.