I will begin with the self-styled “Christian” party, who profess to base their morality on the New Testament. But whether it is really more Christian to follow or to ignore the teachings of the Gospels I shall not discuss.
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 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 secret of happiness is to admire without desiring. And that is not happiness.
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There are persons who, when they cease to shock us, cease to interest us.
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True penitence condemns to silence. What a man is ready to recall he would be willing to repeat.
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The propriety of some persons seems to consist in having improper thoughts about their neighbors.
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An aphorism is true where it has fixed the impression of a genuine experience.
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But when one has ceased to have them, too often one cannot.
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The man who has ceased to fear has ceased to care.
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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 man whose nature is such that by one path alone his chief desire will reach consummation will try to find it on that path, whatever it may be, and whatever the world thinks of it; and if he does not, he is contemptible.
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Where everything is bad it must be good to know the worst.
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It 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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Another occupation might have been better.
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Up to a certain point every man is what he thinks he is.
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Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart’s blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.
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