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We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible.

One can live for years sometimes without living at all, and then all life comes crowding into one single hour.

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

To believe is very dull. To doubt is intensely engrossing. To be on the alert is to live, to be lulled into security is to die.

I never approve, or disapprove, of anything now. It is an absurd attitude to take towards life. We are not sent into the world to air our moral prejudices.

Anybody can have common sense, provided that they have no imagination.

The real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial.
Beautiful sins, like beautiful things, are the privilege of the rich.

There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.

Art, even the art of fullest scope and widest vision, can never really show us the external world. All that it shows us is our own soul, the one world of which we have any real cognizance … It is Art, and Art only, that reveals us to ourselves.

You forget that a thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

Thinking is the most unhealthy thing in the world, and people die of it just as they die of any other disease. Fortunately, in England at any rate, thought is not catching.

The only thing that sustains one through life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everybody else, and this is a feeling that I have always cultivated.

Unless one is wealthy there is no use in being a charming fellow. Romance is the privilege of the rich, not the profession of the unemployed. The poor should be practical and prosaic. It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating.

it would be a very good thing if people were taught how to speak. Language is the noblest instrument we have, either for the revealing or the concealing of thought; talk itself is a sort of spiritualized action; and conversation is one of the loveliest of the arts.

our ordinary English novelists fail in concentration of style. Their
characters are far too eloquent and talk themselves to tatters. What we want is a little more reality and a little less rhetoric. we wish that they would talk less and think more. They lead us through a barren desert of verbiage to a mirage that they call life: we wander aimlessly through a very wilderness of words in search of one touch of nature.

We spend our days, each one of us, in looking for the secret of life. Well, the secret of life is in art.
The supreme object of life is to live. Few people live. It is true life only to
realize one’s own perfection, to make one’s every dream a reality.

she had nothing to do but to forgive herself and be happier than ever; and the lenient hand of time did much for her by insensible gradations
in the course of another day.

You have gained a new source of enjoyment, and it is well to have as many holds upon happiness as possible.

Give me but a little cheerful company, let me only have the company of
the people I love, let me only be where I like and with whom
I like, and the devil take the rest, say I

To come with a well-informed mind, is to come with an inability of administering to the vanity of others, which a sensible person would always wish to avoid. A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid

It is this delightful habit of journalizing which largely contributes to form the easy style of writing for which ladies are so generally celebrated. Everybody allows that the talent of writing agreeable letters is peculiarly female. Nature may have done something, but I am sure it must be essentially assifled by the practice of keeping a journal.

It is this delightful habit of journalizing which largely contributes to form the easy style of writing for which ladies are so generally celebrated. Everybody allows that the talent of writing agreeable letters is peculiarly female. Nature may have done something, but I am sure it must be essentially assifled by the praftice of keeping a journal.

If adventures will not befall a young lady in her own village, she must seek them abroad.