“Beneath the surface of our daily life, in the personal history of many of us, there runs a continuous controversy between an Ego that affirms and an Ego that denies.”

At present I feel like a caged animal, bound up by the luxury, comfort and respectability of my position. I can’t get the training that I want without neglecting my duty.

Harris had the egotistical dogmatism of the self-made man who had painfully educated himself without contact with superior brains.

It would be curious to discover who it is to whom one writes in a diary. Possibly to some mysterious personification of one’s own identity.

If I had been a man, self-respect, family pressure and the public opinion of my class would have pushed me into a money-making profession; as a mere woman I could carve out a career of disinterested research.

The middle man governs, however extreme may seem to be the men who sit on the Front Bench, in their reactionary or revolutionary opinions.

If I ever felt inclined to be timid as I was going into a room hill of people, I would say to myself, “You’re the cleverest member of one of the cleverest families in the cleverest class of the cleverest nation in the world-why should you be frightened?

Renunciation – that is the great fact we all, individuals and classes, have to learn. In trying to avoid it we bring misery to ourselves and others.

That part of the Englishman’s nature which has found gratification in religion is now drifting into political life.

Religion is love; in no case is it logic.

All along the line, physically, mentally, morally, alcohol is a weakening and deadening force.

The interruptions of the telephone seem to us to waste half the life of the ordinary American engaged in public or private business; he has seldom half an hour consecutively at his own disposal – a telephone is a veritable time scatterer.

Are all Cabinets congeries of little autocrats with a super-autocrat presiding over them?

Work is the best of narcotics, providing the patient be strong enough to take it. I dread idleness as if it were Hell.

The possession of wealth, and especially the inheritance of wealth, seems almost invariably to sterilize genius.

Nature still obstinately refuses to co-operate by making the rich people innately superior to the poor people.

If a weakly mortal is to do anything in the world besides eat the bread thereof, there must be a determined subordination of the whole nature to the one aim no trifling with time, which is passing, with strength which is only too limited.

When I pass, speak freely of my shortcomings and my flaws. Learn from them, for I’ll have no ego to injure.

The unhappy are egotistical, base, unjust, cruel, and even less capable of understanding one another than are idiots. Unhappiness does not unite people, but separates them.

Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?

The most disgraceful cause of the scarcity [of remedies] is that even those who know them do not want to point them out, as if they were going to lose what they pass on to others.

The persecution of genius fosters its influence.

[The Jews have] an attitude of hostility and hatred towards all others.

It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: That I am nobody but myself.

I’m an egomaniac with an inferiority complex.