The man who occupies the first place seldom plays the principal part.

Women are silver dishes into which we put golden apples.

The eternal female draws us onward.

Where I cannot be moral, my power is gone.

We are accustomed to see men deride what they do not understand, and snarl at the good and beautiful because it lies beyond their sympathies

We often feel that we lack something, and seem to see that very quality in someone else, promptly attributing all our own qualities to him too, and a kind of ideal contentment as well. And so the happy mortal is a model of complete perfection--which we have ourselves created.

No wise combatant underestimates their antagonist.