People who refuse to be categorized are all alike.
We all come into this world with our little egos equipped with individual horns. If we don’t blow them, who will?
Where others regard us as of no use, we fancy ourselves despised.
Vision, n. What no one but yourself can see.
No one calls anything important that disconfirms his prejudices.
Self-criticism, painful as it may be, at least affords the opportunity to think about oneself.
A love of mankind is always unrequited.
Major vices are too alien and fascinating to earn our unalloyed contempt; we reserve that for minor ones.
Noble deeds, performed without regard for reputation or reward, would be more common if there was just some way to get the word out.
To imagine oneself facing an unpleasant truth — few sensations are as pleasant.
How to explain the success of one’s inferiors is the most vexing problem in psychology.