Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart’s blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.
F. H. BRADLEYIt is good to know what a man is, and also what the world takes him for. But you do not understand him until you have learnt how he understands himself.
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The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring. And that is not happiness.
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It is by a wise economy of nature that those who suffer without change, and whom no one can help, become uninteresting. Yet so it may happen that those who need sympathy the most often attract it the least.
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I can myself conceive of nothing else than the experienced.
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The deadliest foe to virtue would be complete self-knowledge.
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But when one has ceased to have them, too often one cannot.
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His mind is so open – so open that ideas simply pass through it.
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Where everything is bad it must be good to know the worst.
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There are those who so dislike the nude that they find something indecent in the naked truth.
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The propriety of some persons seems to consist in having improper thoughts about their neighbors.
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One said of suicide, As long as one has brains one should not blow them out. And another answered, But when one has ceased to have them, too often one cannot.
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Religion is rather the attempt to express the complete reality of goodness through every aspect of our being.
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The cost of a thing is what I call life which has to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run.
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The force of the blow depends on the resistance. It is sometimes better not to struggle against temptation. Either fly or yield at once.
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The hunter for aphorisms on human nature has to fish in muddy water, and he is even condemned to find much of his own mind.
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The world is the best of all possible worlds, and everything in it is a necessary evil.
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