To make something you have to be something.
One never learns to understand truly anything but what one loves.
Commonplaceness, the surrender to the average, that good which is not bad but still the enemy of the best - That is our besetting danger.
To be pleased with one's limits is a wretched state.
There is not a single outward mark of courtesy that does not have a deep moral basis.
Everyone is deceived in his hopes, cheated in his expectations.