Vanity Is The Fear Of Appearing Original:

The Living Is Merely A Type Of What Is Dead, And A Very Rare Type.

I Go In Solitude, So As Not To Drink Out Of Everybody's Cistern. When I Am Among The Many I Live As The Many Do, And I Do Not Think I Really Think; After A Time It Always Seems As If They Want To Banish Myself From Myself And Rob Me Of My Soul.

In Art The End Does Not Sanctify The Means: But Sacred Means Employed Here Can Sanctify The End.

The So-called Paradoxes Of An Author, To Which A Reader Takes Exception, Often Exist Not In The Author's Book At All, But Rather In The Reader's Head.

The Good-they Cannot Create; They Are Always The Beginning Of The End.