But I can't help detesting my relations. I suppose it comes from the fact that none of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves.
A dream of form in days of thought.
I think you are wrong, Basil, but I won't argue with you. It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.
The harmony of soul and body--  how much that is!  We in our madness have separated the two,  and have invented a realism that is vulgar, an ideality that  is void.
It is a sad thing to think of,  but there is no doubt that genius lasts longer than beauty.  That accounts  for the fact that we all take such pains to over-educate ourselves.  In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures,  and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping  our place.  The thoroughly well-informed man--that is the modern ideal.  And the mind of the thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing.  It is like a bric-a-brac shop, all monsters and dust, with everything  priced above its proper value.
...The worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one  so unromantic.
The aim of life  is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly--that is what  each of us is here for.  People are afraid of themselves, nowadays.  They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes  to one's self.  Of course, they are charitable.  They feed the hungry  and clothe the beggar.  But their own souls starve, and are naked.  Courage has gone out of our race.  Perhaps we never really had it.  The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God,  which is the secret of religion--these are the two things that govern us.
It has been said  that the great events of the world take place in the brain.  It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins  of the world take place also.
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