Approaching forty, I had a singular dream in which I almost grasped the meaning and understood the nature of what it is that wastes in wasted time.
For what is liberty but the unhampered translation of will into act?
The dread of loneliness is greater than the fear of bondage, so we get married.
Doing is overrated, and success undesirable, but the bitterness of failure even more so.
No taste is so acquired as that for someone else's quality of mind.
Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate; a child who fears noises becomes the man who hates them.