The real truthfulness of all works of imagination, sculpture, painting, and written fiction, is so purely in the imagination, that the artist never seeks to represent positive truth, but the idealized image of a truth |
The true spirit of conversation consists in building on another man's observation, not overturning it |
The world thinks eccentricity in great things is genius, but in small things, only crazy |
The world's a nettle. Disturb it, it stings. Grasp it firmly, it stings not. |
There is but one philosophy and its name is fortitude! To bear is to conquer our fate. |
There is no man so friendless but what he can find a friend sincere enough to tell him disagreeable truths. |
There is no such thing as luck. It's a fancy name for being always at our duty, and so sure to be ready when good time comes. |
There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he may lose it |
There is nothing so agonizing to the fine skin of vanity as the application of a rough truth |
There's no weapon that slays Its victim so surely (if well aimed) as praise |
To dispense with ceremony is the most delicate mode of conferring a compliment |
Truth makes on the ocean of nature no one track of light; every eye, looking on, finds its own. |
Two lives that once part are as ships that divide. |
We may live without friends; we may live without books, But civilized men cannot live without cooks |
We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows. |