It is better to forget a name than make a visible effort to recall it.
Identity, that spectator of what he calls himself,
That net and aggregate of energies in transient combination.
The fugitive thought, ungrasped, will return, unimproved.
The feeling that one has narrowly escaped punishment is the sign that it is preparing.
When we adhere to convention in appearance, we show that we care what others think; and we show that we care deeply when we depart from it.
By the time you know all the answers you no longer believe them.
They make an inner desert and they call it inner peace.
Knowing that we are not well, we hastily conclude that we are ill.
We speak of death, yet dying is all we know.
Fear, uncertainty, and doubt look like sound epistemic principles to me.
A better version of oneself will be someone else.