A Quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The confidant of my vices is my master, though he were my valet. — © Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The confidant of my vices is my master, though he were my valet.
As the master so the valet.
It is no compliment to be the stupidly idolised master of a dog whose instinct it is to idolise, but it is a very distinct tribute to be chosen as the friend and confidant of a philosophic cat who is wholly his own master and could easily choose another companion if he found such an one more agreeable and interesting.
The mind wears the colors of the soul, as a valet those of his master.
P. Diddy gave me his valet ticket once... because he thought I was the valet lady.
Of all vices take heed of drunkenness; other vices are but fruits of disordered affections--this disorders, nay, banishes reason; other vices but impair the soul--this demolishes her two chief faculties, the understanding and the will; other vices make their own way--this makes way for all vices; he that is a drunkard is qualified for all vice.
I'd gladly do without a valet. I'm never so well treated as when I'm without a valet.
Man acts as though he were the shaper and master of language, while in fact language remains the master of man.
I made the decision fifteen years ago that you were my life. My everything. You were with me in my dreams my dark lover my friend and confidant.
No man is a hero to his valet. This is not because the hero is no hero, but because the valet is a valet.
I'm not a master. I'm a student-master, meaning that I have the knowledge of a master and the expertise of a master, but I'm still learning. So I'm a student-master. I don't believe in the word 'master.' I consider the master as such when they close the casket.
But the hobbledehoy, though he blushes when women address him, and is uneasy even when he is near them, though he is not master ofhis limbs in a ball-room, and is hardly master of his tongue at any time, is the most eloquent of beings, and especially eloquent among beautiful women.
Nobody, they say, is a hero to his valet. Of course; for a man must be a hero to understand a hero. The valet, I dare say, has great respect for some person of his own stamp.
His vices were the vices of his time and culture, but his virtues transcended the milieu of his life.
Slave girls on Gor address all free men as Master, though, of course only one such would be her true Master.
I have only one friend, and that is echo. Why is it my friend? Because I love my sorrow, and echo does not take it away from me. I have only one confidant, and that is the silence of night. Why is it my confidant? Because it remains silent.
All you have to do is go back to slavery - days, and there were two types of slaves, the house slave and the field slave. The house slave was the one who believed in the master, who had confidence in the master and usually was very friendly with the master. And usually he was also used by the master to try and keep the other slaves pacified.
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