No one calls anything important that disconfirms his prejudices.
We all come into this world with our little egos equipped with individual horns. If we don’t blow them, who will?
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.
The most vexing problem in psychology is the happiness and success of our inferiors.
That we would have been above the absurd beliefs and barbaric practices of other times — this absurd belief abets our barbaric practices.
It is because we regard conforming opinions as virtue that we treat deviant ones as vice.
A few have learned to suppress their dismay that the world does not regard them quite as they regard themselves, and this we call modesty.