Lord help my poor soul.
Men have called me mad; but the question is not settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence -- whether much that is glorious -- whether all that is profound -- does not spring from...
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have be...
Hay algo en el generoso y abnegado amor de un animal que llega directamente al corazón de aquel que con frecuencia a probado la falsa amistad y la frágil fidelidad del hombre.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.
The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.
Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream.
I continued, as was my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile now was at the thought of his immolation.
Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger portion of the truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.
Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or silly action for no other reason than because he knows he should ? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgem...
In efforts to soar above our nature we invariably fall below it.
Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.
You will observe that the stories told are all about money-seekers, not about money-finders.
I have great faith in fools self-confidence my friends call it.
Never to suffer would have been never to have been blessed.
I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad?
And thus, as a closer and still closer intimacy admitted me more unreservedly into recesses if his spirit, the more bitterly did I perceive the futility of all attempt at cheering a mind from which da...
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
To muse for long unwearied hours with my attention riveted to some frivolous device upon the margin, or in the typography of a book — to become absorbed for the better part of a summer's day in a quai...
I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years...
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