Satan always sends error into the world in pairs that are opposites. His great hope is that you will get so upset about one of his errors, that you'll react into the opposite one, and he's got you.

The distinction between pretending you are better than you are and beginning to be better in reality is finer than moral sleuth hounds conceive.

But probably every age gets, within certain limits, the science it deserves.

The best fruits are plucked for each by some hand that is not his own.

The real trouble is that 'kindness' is a quality fatally easy to attribute to ourselves on quite inadequate grounds. Everyone feels benevolent if nothing happens to be annoying him at the moment. Thus a man easily comes to console himself for all his other vices by a conviction that 'his heart's in the right place' and 'he wouldn't hurt a fly,' though in fact he has never made the slightest sacrifice for a fellow creature. We think we are kind when we are only happy: it is not so easy, on the same grounds, to imagine oneself temperate, chaste, or humble.

'Useful,' and 'necessity' was always 'the tyrant's plea'.

It's so large" "It's the world dear, did you think it'd be small?" "smaller