Intellect Is Invisible To The

Obstinacy Is The Result Of The Will Forcing Itself Into The Place Of The Intellect.

The Business Of The Novelist Is Not To Relate Great Events, But To Make Small Ones Interesting.

Knowledge Is To Certain Extent A Second Existence.

Women Remain Children All Their Lives, For They Always See Only What Is Near At Hand, Cling To The Present, Take The Appearance Of A Thing For Reality, And Prefer Trifling Matters To The Most Important.

Do Not Shorten The Morning By Getting Up Late, Or Waste It In Unworthy Occupations Or In Talk; Look Upon It As The Quintessence Of Life, As To A Certain Extent Sacred. Evening Is Like Old Age: We Are Languid, Talkative, Silly. Each Day Is A Little Life: Every Waking And Rising A Little Birth, Every Fresh Morning A Little Youth, Every Going To Rest And Sleep A Little Death.