We are ashamed to seem evasive in the presence of a straightforward man, cowardly in the presence of a brave one, gross in the eyes of a refined one, and so on. We always imagine, and in imagining share, the judgments of the other mind.

The human mind is indeed a cave swarming with strange forms of life, most of them unconscious and unilluminated. Unless we can understand something as to how the motives that issue from this obscurity are generated, we can hardly hope to foresee or control them.

Prudence and compromise are necessary means, but every man should have an impudent end which he will not compromise.

As social beings we live with our eyes upon our reflection, but have no assurance of the tranquillity of the waters in which we see it.

Our individual lives cannot, generally, be works of art unless the social order is also.

Freedom is the opportunity for right development, for development in accordance with the progressive ideal of life that we have in conscience.

The literature of the inner life is very largely a record of struggle with the inordinate passions of the social self.