A book on cheap paper does not convince. It is not prized, it is like a wheezy doctor with pigtail tobacco breath, who needs a manicure.
We find what we expect to find, and we receive what we ask for.
If we cannot be powerful and happy and prey on others, we invent conscience and prey on ourselves.
The friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you.
We are not punished for our sins, but by them.
It is a curious fact that of all the illusions that beset mankind none is quite so curious as that tendency to suppose that we are mentally and morally superior to those who differ from us in opinion.