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.
F. H. BRADLEYHis mind is so open – so open that ideas simply pass through it.
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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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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 man who has ceased to fear has ceased to care.
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His mind is so open – so open that ideas simply pass through it.
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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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The one self- knowledge worth having is to know one’s own mind.
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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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Eclecticism. Every truth is so true that any truth must be false.
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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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Few people would not be the worse for complete sincerity.
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But when one has ceased to have them, too often one cannot.
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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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I can myself conceive of nothing else than the experienced.
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The deadliest foe to virtue would be complete self-knowledge.
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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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