Elision is the mother of decision.
Identity, that spectator of what he calls himself,
That net and aggregate of energies in transient combination.
As sympathy broadens, it also shallows.
We all want to be happy, just not at the expense of the qualities that make us unhappy.
Personality varies like men’s fashion — a quarter-inch of width in the tie or length in the cuff.
So much to unlearn, so little time.
No one hates or envies insincerely.
The lives of desperation that most men lead at least used to be quiet.
We laugh at novels in which the weather tracks the moods of the characters, yet our own moods mostly track the weather.
We are more like our contemporaries than we imagine, and less like our ancestors.
Expertise makes one peremptory, but peremptoriness does not make one expert.