The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring. And that is not happiness.
F. H. BRADLEYThere are persons who, when they cease to shock us, cease to interest us.
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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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Another occupation might have been better.
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Where everything is bad it must be good to know the worst.
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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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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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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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I can myself conceive of nothing else than the experienced.
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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 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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Few people would not be the worse for complete sincerity.
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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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The propriety of some persons seems to consist in having improper thoughts about their neighbors.
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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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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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