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.
F. H. BRADLEYFew people would not be the worse for complete sincerity.
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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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Religion is rather the attempt to express the complete reality of goodness through every aspect of our being.
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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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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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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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The propriety of some persons seems to consist in having improper thoughts about their neighbors.
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Up to a certain point every man is what he thinks he is.
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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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I can myself conceive of nothing else than the experienced.
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The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring. And that is not happiness.
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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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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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Where everything is bad it must be good to know the worst.
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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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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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