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.
F. H. BRADLEYThe 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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We say that a girl with her doll anticipates the mother. It is more true, perhaps, that most mothers are still but children with playthings.
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Reason teaches us that what is good is good for something, and that what is good for nothing is not good at all.
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Adam knew Eve his wife and she conceived. It is a pity that this is still the only knowledge of their wives at which some men seem to arrive.
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Eclecticism. Every truth is so true that any truth must be false.
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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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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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An aphorism is true where it has fixed the impression of a genuine experience.
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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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Another occupation might have been better.
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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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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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There are those who so dislike the nude that they find something indecent in the naked truth.
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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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Up to a certain point every man is what he thinks he is.
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