O my dearest and most lovable thought, why should I try further to legitimize your birth?
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O my dearest and most lovable thought, why should I try further to legitimize your birth?
In my present insistence on high standards you will see that there is less self-indulgence than resolve and application. I do not let the Christian monopolize the ideal of perfection. I have my own virtue, which I am constantly cultivating and refining by teaching myself not to tolerate in me or my surroundings anything but the exquisite.
Families, I hate you! Shut-in homes, closed doors, jealous possessions of happiness.
Often the best in us springs from the worst in us.
Man is more interesting than men. God made him and not them in his image. Each one is more precious than all.
At times it seems to me that I am living my life backwards, and that at the approach of old age my real youth will begin. My soul was born covered with wrinkles, wrinkles my ancestors and parents most assiduously put there and that I had the greatest trouble removing.
There is no feeling so simple that it is not immediately complicated and distorted by introspection.
Art begins with resistance, at the point where resistance is overcome. No human masterpiece has ever been created without great labor.
True kindness presupposes the faculty of imagining as one's own the suffering and joys of others.
Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.