Ideology readily replaces identity: both hinge on what and whom to hate.
Identity, that spectator of what he calls himself,
That net and aggregate of energies in transient combination.
If you have become what you used to hate, you didn’t hate it all that much in the first place.
The best way to die is all at once.
People used to say, not long ago, that they didn’t want to be labeled. It seems so quaint.
Identity is a checklist. If you check certain boxes you will be expected to check others, and individuality is demonstrated by checking a few boxes from the wrong column.
Ordinary men can do abominable things, abominable men can do magnificent things, and whatever you think you know about a man it’s not enough.
Utter dissociation of thought and action is normal; for its opposite we reserve special terms, like saint, or fanatic, or fool.
The best defense against insanity is hypocrisy.
There’s no shame in being wrong, only in not paying for it.
Envy wants to see its object diminished, but would prefer not to do the work itself.