Character: Lord Harry Henry Watton. Page 9
Sadly, the Genius, of course, lasts longer than Beauty. Because of that we strive beyond measure to develop your mind. In a brutal struggle for existence, we want to keep something stable, durable, and stuff your head with facts and junk in a futile hope to hold a place in my life. 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 similar to the antiquary shop, all monsters and dust old, where every thing is priced above its proper value.
People interest me more than their principles, and it's people without principles.
Try to Express some idea of a typical Englishman, - and this is a big negligence! - so he won't understand, true this idea is right or wrong. He is only interested in one thing: are you convinced himself that say. Meanwhile, an important idea, regardless of whether genuinely believes in her man who expresses it. The idea, perhaps, is the more independent value than the less believe in it the one from whom it comes, because it then does not reflect his desires, needs and prejudices...
... I really can not stand his relatives. This is because should be that we don't make people with the same faults as ourselves.
In close friends choose the people beautiful, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies turn only smart. Carefully just should choose your enemies. Among my enemies, there's not a fool. They are all a thinking man, intelligent enough, and therefore appreciate me. You say that my choice is due to vanity? Well, I guess it's true.
You love everyone and to love everyone means to love anyone. You are all equally indifferent.
Thumbs up if friendship starts with a laughter, and best of all, if she ends.
Other options:
Well when the friendship begins with a smile. But even better if she ends it.
Laughter is a good beginning for friendship, and laughter as well to finish it.
Conscience and cowardice are, in essence, one and the same, Basil. "Conscience" is the official name of cowardice, that's all.
I became secretive, I like to have secrets from the people. This is perhaps the only thing that can do for us modern life fascinating and mysterious. The most common thing takes an amazing interest, as soon as you begin to hide it from people.
Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. As soon as a person starts to think, he's disproportionately in the sky, the nose, or increasing the forehead, or something else spoils his face. Look at the successful men in any academic profession - they are ugly! The exception is, of course, our spiritual shepherds, but these don't bother his brain. The Bishop in eighty years, it continues to repeat what he was taught when he was a boy of eighteen, of course, that his face retains the beauty and comeliness. Judging by the portrait, your mysterious young friend, whose name you persistently do not want to be called charming, he never thinks. I'm quite sure of that. I guess he is brainless and beautiful the creation of God, which we ought always to have before him: in winter, when no flowers to please the eye, and in the summer to refresh my heated brain.
