So much more respect have we to what our neighbors shall think of us than to what we shall think of ourselves.[Πολλάκις ἐθαύμασα πῶς ἑαυτὸν μὲν ἕκαστος μᾶλλον πάντωνφιλεῖ, τὴν δὲ ἑαυτοῦ περὶ αὑτοῦ ὑπόληψιν ἐν ἐλάττονι λόγῳ τίθεταιἢ τὴν τῶν ἄλλων.]
So many things look beautiful, before we’ve reached them. Some of the ugliest things in the world look the most beautiful…
Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.
Nothing is so boring as devotion.
Nothing can be so misleading as observation.
Nobody knows what another person is thinking. They may imagine they do, but they are nearly always wrong.
No psychologist has yet thought that the imagination is a necessary ingredient of perception itself.[Dass die Einbildungskraft ein nothwendiges Ingrediens der Wahrnehmung selbst sei, daran hat wol noch kein Psychologe gedacht.]
No one human being knows the full truth about another human being.
No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.
No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did he would cease to be an artist.
Never worry about what you say to a man. They’re so conceited that they never believe you mean it if it’s unflattering.
Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
