I should have no objection to a repetition of the same life from its beginning, only asking the advantages authors read more

I should have no objection to a repetition of the same life from its beginning, only asking the advantages authors have in a second edition to correct some faults of the first.

Four hostile newspapers are more to be feared than a thousand bayonets. - Maxims.

Four hostile newspapers are more to be feared than a thousand bayonets. - Maxims.

The shy man does have some slight revenge upon society for the torture it inflicts upon him. He is able, read more

The shy man does have some slight revenge upon society for the torture it inflicts upon him. He is able, to a certain extent, to communicate his misery. He frightens other people as much as they frighten him. He acts like a damper upon the whole room, and the most jovial spirits become, in his presence, depressed and nervous.

No rest is worth anything except the rest that is earned.

No rest is worth anything except the rest that is earned.

I am truly horrified by modern man. Such absence of feeling, such narrowness of outlook, such lack of passion and read more

I am truly horrified by modern man. Such absence of feeling, such narrowness of outlook, such lack of passion and information, such feebleness of thought.

We cannot change anything until we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses. - Psychological Reflections.

We cannot change anything until we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses. - Psychological Reflections.

What a peculiar privilege has this little agitation of the brain which we call 'thought'.

What a peculiar privilege has this little agitation of the brain which we call 'thought'.

Etiquette means behaving yourself a little better than is absolutely essential.

Etiquette means behaving yourself a little better than is absolutely essential.

Personality is born out of pain. It is the fire shut up in the flint. - Letters to His Son, read more

Personality is born out of pain. It is the fire shut up in the flint. - Letters to His Son, W. B. Yeats and Others.