Some things were very beautiful; others sheer nonsense.
Small things were important. Seconds were small things, and if you heaped enough of those on top of one another, they became a man’s life.
Simply from the fact that we have regarded a thing with the emotion of pleasure or pain, though that thing be not the efficient cause of the emotion, we can either love or hate it.
One and the same thing can be at the same time good, bad, and indifferent. For instance, music is good for him that is melancholy, bad for him that mourns; for him that is deaf, it is neither good nor bad.
Matter is plastic in the face of Mind.
Many errors, in truth, can be traced to this head, namely, that we do not apply names to things rightly.
It’s a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.
In the end, you should always do the right thing, even if it’s hard.
If you cannot do great things yourself, remember that you may do small things in a great way.
If a person does not believe himself capable of doing the best things in the world, then he starts to create the worst things.[Не признавая того, что он может творить наилучшее, человек неизбежно творит наихудшее.]
How beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.
Houses are full of things that gather dust…
