Great authors are admirable in this respect: in every generation they make for disagreement. Through them we become aware of our differences.
The only real education comes from what goes counter to you.
The abominable effort to take one’s sins with one to paradise.
Often with good sentiments we produce bad literature.
What would there be in a story of happiness? Only what prepares it, only what destroys it can be told.
Too chaste an adolescence makes for a dissolute old age. It is doubtless easier to give up something one has known than something one imagines.