Man reaches his perfection, not through what he has, not even through what he does, but entirely through what he is.
A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.
I forgot that every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character, and that therefore what one has done in the secret chamber one has some day to cry aloud on the house-tops.
What a pity that in life we only get our lessons when they are of no use to us.
The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.
The great events of life often leave one unmoved; they pass out of consciousness, and, when one thinks of them, become unreal. Even the scarlet flowers of passion seem to grow in the same meadow as the poppies of oblivion.
Everything in moderation, including moderation.
One should always be a little improbable.
A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.
The supreme vice is shallowness.
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