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. BRADLEYHis mind is so open – so open that ideas simply pass through it.
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My external sensations are no less private to my self than are my thoughts or my feelings. In either case my experience falls within my own circle, a circle closed on the outside… the whole world for each is peculiar and private to that soul.
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Another occupation might have been better.
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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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Metaphysics is the finding of bad reasons for what we believe on instinct.
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There are persons who, when they cease to shock us, cease to interest us.
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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.
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I can myself conceive of nothing else than the experienced.
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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 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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True penitence condemns to silence. What a man is ready to recall he would be willing to repeat.
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His mind is so open – so open that ideas simply pass through it.
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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 Self has turned out to mean so many things, to mean them so ambiguously, and to be so wavering in its application, that we do not feel encouraged.
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The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring. And that is not happiness.
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The propriety of some persons seems to consist in having improper thoughts about their neighbors.
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