Men weary as much of not doing the things they want to do as of doing the things they do not want to do.
Woe to him inside a non-conformist clique who does not conform to non-conformity.
It is a sign of creeping inner death when we can no longer praise the living.
We find it hard to apply the knowledge of ourselves to our judgment of others. The fact that we are never of one kind, that we never love without reservations and never hate with all our being cannot prevent us from seeing others as wholly black or white.
Those who would sacrifice a generation to realize an ideal are the enemies of mankind.
When people are bored it is primarily with themselves.