There are those who so dislike the nude that they find something indecent in the naked truth.

Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.

True penitence condemns to silence. What a man is ready to recall he would be willing to repeat.

It is good to know what a man is, and also what the world takes him for. But you do not understand him until you have learnt how he understands himself.

One said of suicide, As long as one has brains one should not blow them out. And another answered, But when one has ceased to have them, too often one cannot.

Eclecticism. Every truth is so true that any truth must be false.

My external sensations are no less private to my self than are my thoughts or my feelings. In either case my experience falls within my own circle, a circle closed on the outside... the whole world for each is peculiar and private to that soul.