To be in love with love is an affliction; yet to hate it is more common, and more serious.
Identity, that spectator of what he calls himself,
That net and aggregate of energies in transient combination.
Almost always it is action that issues in conviction; the reverse is so rare that we never fail to mark it.
Men want most to be useful, but will settle, if thwarted, for destructive.
Everyone says what he would never do, and no one knows it.
It is possible, indeed common, to be both boring and weird.
A serious person first marks how little need be taken seriously.
Your detractors may be bigots or misanthropes — or worse, they may despise you for who you really are.
It is better to forget a name than make a visible effort to recall it.
The fugitive thought, ungrasped, will return, unimproved.
The feeling that one has narrowly escaped punishment is the sign that it is preparing.