Life is the art of being well deceived; and in order that the deception may succeed it must be habitual and uninterrupted |
Life is the art of being well deceived. |
Like a rustic at a fair, we are full of amazement and rapture, and have no thought of going home, or that it will soon be night. |
Look up, laugh loud, talk big, keep the color in your cheek and the fire in your eye, adorn your person, maintain your health, your beauty and your animal spirits. |
Love at first sight is only realizing an imagination that has always haunted us; or meeting with a face, a figure, or cast of expression in perfection that we have seen and admired in a less degree or in less favorable circumstances a hundred times before. |
Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; hatred alone is inmortal. |
Malice often takes the garb of truth |
Man is a make-believe animal: he is never so truly himself as when he is acting a part |
Man is an individual animal with narrow faculties, but infinite desires, which he is anxious to concentrate in some one object within the grasp of his imagination, and where, if he cannot be all that he wishes himself, he may at least contemplate his own pride, vanity, and passions, displayed in their most extravagant dimensions in a being no bigger and no better than himself. |
Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps, for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are, and what they might have been. |
Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps; for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are and what they ought to be |
Mankind are a herd of knaves and fools. It is necessary to join the crowd, or get out of their way, in order not to be trampled to death by them. |
Mankind are an incorrigible race. Give them but bugbears and idols -- it is all that they ask; the distinctions of right and wrong, of truth and falsehood, of good and evil, are worse than indifferent to them. |
Memory cannot exist without endurance of the things perceived, and the thing perceived cannot remain where it has never been. |
Men of genius do not excel in any profession because they labor in it, but they labor in it because they excel |