Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.
Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.
There is a fatality about all physical and intellectual distinction, the sort of fatality that seems to dog through history the faltering steps of kings. It is better not to be different from one's fellows. The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat. They live as we all should live, undisturbed, indifferent, and without disquiet.
We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and that thinks too much to be beautiful.
The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat.
The well bred contradict other people. The wise contradict themselves.
Where there is no exaggeration there is no love, and where there is no love there is no understanding. It is only about things that do not interest one, that one can give a really unbiased opinion. . .
People fashion their God after their own understanding. They make their God first and worship him afterwards.
In examinations, the foolish ask questions the wise cannot answer.
When a love comes to an end, weaklings cry, efficient ones instantly find another love, and the wise already have one in reserve.
Where there is no extravagance there is no love, and where there is no love there is no understanding.
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