The weak often want to be thought wicked, but the wicked never want to be thought weak.
Identity, that spectator of what he calls himself,
That net and aggregate of energies in transient combination.
The man who undertakes to rid himself of his illusions and biases can end up like an old painting, improperly cleaned.
Travel appears a great luxury to those accustomed to the greater one of staying put.
We are taught to be good, lest we dare to be great.
The danger of habitual silence is that when you do decide to talk, people will listen.
You’re not weird, merely defective.
The struggle to assimilate a new idea without disturbing the old ones is hideously physical, like becoming a werewolf.
Nice isn’t funny, funny isn’t nice, and nice isn’t even especially nice most of the time.
Never ascribe to malice what can be explained by stupidity, or to stupidity what can be explained by drug abuse.
And now abideth sloth, greed, fear, these three; but the greatest of these is sloth.