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If a man is to achieve all that is asked of him, he must take himself for more than he is, and as long as he does not carry it to an absurd length, we willingly put up with it.
People whip curds to see if they cannot make cream of them.
Wisdom lies only in truth.
When I err, every one can see it; but not when I lie.
Before the storm breaks, the dust rises violently for the last time--the dust that is soon to be laid for ever.
Men do not come to know one another easily, even with the best will and the best purpose. And then ill-will comes in and distorts everything.
In the world the point is, not to know men, but at any given moment to be cleverer than the man who stands before you. You can prove this at every fair and from every charlatan.
Not everywhere where there is water, are there frogs; but where you have frogs, there you will find water.
In the formation of species Nature gets, as it were, into a cul-de-sac; she cannot make her way through, and is disinclined to turn back. Hence the stubbornness of national character.
Many a man knocks about on the wall with his hammer, and believes that he hits the right nail on the head every time.
Those who oppose intellectual truths do but stir up the fire, and the cinders fly about and burn what they had else not touched.
Those from whom we are always learning are rightly called our masters; but not every one who teaches us deserves this t.i.tle.
It is with you as with the sea: the most varied names are given to what is in the end only salt water.
It is said that vain self-praise stinks in the nostrils. That may be so; but for the kind of smell which comes from unjust blame by others the public has no nose at all.
There are problematical natures which are equal to no position in which they find themselves, and which no position satisfies. This it is that causes that hideous conflict which wastes life and deprives it of all pleasure.
Dirt glitters as long as the sun shines.
He is the happiest man who can set the end of his life in connection with the beginning.
A state of things in which every day brings some new trouble is not the right one.
The Hindoos of the Desert make a solemn vow to eat no fish.
To venture an opinion is like moving a piece at chess it may be taken, but it forms the beginning of a game that is won.
Truth belongs to the man, error to his age. This is why it has been said that, while the misfortune of the age caused his error, the force of his soul made him emerge from the error with glory.
I pity those who make much ado about the transitory nature of all things and are lost in the contemplation of earthly vanity: are we not here to make the transitory permanent? This we can do only if we know how to value both.
A rainbow which lasts a quarter of an hour is looked at no more.
Faith is private capital, kept in one's own house. There are public savings-banks and loan-offices, which supply individuals in their day of need; but here the creditor quietly takes his interest for himself.
During a prolonged study of the lives of various men both great and small, I came upon this thought: In the web of the world the one may well be regarded as the warp, the other as the woof. It is the little men, after all, who give breadth to the web, and the great men firmness and solidity; perhaps, also, the addition of some sort of pattern. But the scissors of the Fates determine its length, and to that all the rest must join in submitting itself.
Truth is a torch, but a huge one, and so it is only with blinking eyes that we all of us try to get past it, in actual terror of being burnt.
The really foolish thing in men who are otherwise intelligent is that they fail to understand what another person says, when he does not exactly hit upon the right way of saying it.
One need only grow old to become gentler in one's judgments. I see no fault committed which I could not have committed myself.
Why should those who are happy expect one who is miserable to die before them in a graceful att.i.tude, like the gladiator before the Roman mob?
By force of habit we look at a clock that has run down as if it were still going, and we gaze at the face of a beauty as though she still loved.
Dilettantism treated seriously, and knowledge pursued mechanically, end by becoming pedantry.
No one but the master can promote the cause of Art. Patrons help the master--that is right and proper; but that does not always mean that Art is helped.
The most foolish of all errors is for clever young men to believe that they forfeit their originality in recognizing a truth which has already been recognized by others.
It is much easier to recognize error than to find truth; for error lies on the surface and may be overcome; but truth lies in the depths, and to search for it is not given to every one.
No one should desire to live in irregular circ.u.mstances; but if by chance a man falls into them, they test his character and show of how much determination he is capable.
An honorable man with limited ideas often sees through the rascality of the most cunning jobber.
Against criticism a man can neither protest nor defend himself; he must act in spite of it, and then criticism will gradually yield to him.
The ma.s.ses cannot dispense with men of ability, and such men are always a burden to them.
If you lay duties upon people and give them no rights, you must pay them well.
I can promise to be sincere, but not to be impartial.
Word and picture are correlatives which are continually in quest of each other, as is sufficiently evident in the case of metaphors and similes.
So from all time what was said or sung inwardly to the ear had to be presented equally to the eye. And so in childish days we see word and picture in continual balance; in the book of the law and in the way of salvation, in the Bible and in the spelling-book. When something was spoken which could not be pictured, and something pictured which could not be spoken, all went well; but mistakes were often made, and a word was used instead of a picture; and thence arose those monsters of symbolical mysticism, which are doubly an evil.
The importunity of young dilettanti must be borne with good-will; for as they grow old they become the truest worshippers of Art and the Master.
People have to become really bad before they care for nothing but mischief, and delight in it.
Clever people are the best encyclopaedia.
There are people who make no mistakes because they never wish to do anything worth doing.
A man cannot live for every one; least of all for those with whom he would not care to live.
I should like to be honest with you, without our falling out; but it will not do. You act wrongly, and fall between two stools; you win no adherents and lose your friends. What is to be the end of it?
If a clever man commits a folly, it is not a small one.
I went on troubling myself about general ideas until I learnt to understand the particular achievements of the best men.
The errors of a man are what make him really lovable.