The young are in a hurry, and the old have little time.
Identity, that spectator of what he calls himself,
That net and aggregate of energies in transient combination.
Almost everyone believes the world is filled with people who do evil on purpose; but not himself, and not anyone he knows.
A lot of what we refrain from doing is not wrong, or undesirable, but just too much trouble to explain.
Struggle with, v. Wallow in.
I anticipate an old age full of regrets for what I did not do, with only a few for what I did not say.
Conventional morality is mostly dysgenic.
The world will end; and, tragically, no one will survive to say I told you so.
No one wants more common sense: most think they have a full measure; a few that they have a finer, uncommon sense to make up for its lack.
Few enjoy violence neat, but stir in a little righteousness and it makes a popular cocktail.
That you might not be right — this idea can be entertained, briefly, at intervals. But that you might not be good — this is insupportable.