Belief Of Some Sort Is The Lifeblood

I Have Met A Thousand Scamps; But I Never Met One Who Considered Himself So. Self-knowledge Isn't So Common.

Belief Of Some Sort Is The Lifeblood Of Art.

The Joy Of A Strong Nature Is As Cloudless As Its Suffering Is Desolate.

The Loss Of Our Illusions Is The Only Loss From Which We Never Recover.

Nothing Is So Pleasant ... As To Display Your Worldly Wisdom In Epigram And Dissertation, But It Is A Trifle Tedious To Hear Another Person Display Theirs.