Nature Is, After All, The Only Book

For Many People, One Of The Most Frustrating Aspects Of Life Is Not Being Able To Understand Other People's Behavior.

Tolerance Comes Of Age. I See No Fault Committed That I Myself Could Not Have Committed At Some Time Or Other.

You Can Put Up With Everything In This World Except Not With A Long Stretch Of Beautiful Days.

Every Man Bears Something Within Him That, If It Were Publicly Announced, Would Excite Feelings Of Aversion.

It Is With Art As With Love: How Can A Man Of The World,with All His Distractions, Keep The Inwardness Which An Artist Must Possess If He Hopes To Attain Perfection? That Inwardness Which The Spectator Must Share If He Is To Understand The Work As The Artist Wishes And Hopes... Believe Me, Talents Are Like Virtues; Either You Must Love Them For Their Own Sake Or Renounce Them Altogether. And They Are Only Recognized And Rewarded When We Have Practised Them In Secret, Like A Dangerous Mystery."