Wit Is The Epitaph Of

Comparing Man And Woman On The Whole, One May Say: Woman Would Not Possess A Genius For Ornamentation If She Did Not Also Possessan Instinct For The Secondary Role.

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.

The View That Honesty Is Something, And Even A Virtue, Belongs, It Is True, To Those Private Opinions Which Are Forbidden In This Age Of Public Opinions.

Verily, I Do Not Like Them, The Merciful Who Feel Blessed In Their Pity: They Are Lacking Too Much In Shame. If I Must Pity, At Least I Do Not Want It Known; And If I Do Pity, It Is Preferably From A Distance.

No Artist Tolerates Reality.