A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.
Do you know, it is not praise that does me good, but when men speak ill of me, then, with a noble assurance I say to myself, as I smile at them, Let us be revenged by proving them to be liars.
For to tempt and to be tempted are things very nearly allied... whenever feeling has anything to do in the matter, no sooner is it excited than we have already gone vastly farther than we are aware of.
I am one of the people who love the why of things.
I may be kindly, I am ordinarily gentle, but in my line of business I am obliged to will terribly what I will at all.
I praise loudly. I blame softly.
I shall be an autocrat, that's my trade; and that good Lord will forgive me, that's his.
You philosophers are lucky men. You write on paper and paper is patient. Unfortunate Empress that I am, I write on the susceptible skins of living beings.