We say that a girl with her doll anticipates the mother. It is more true, perhaps, that most mothers are still but children with playthings.

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.

The Self has turned out to mean so many things, to mean them so ambiguously, and to be so wavering in its application, that we do not feel encouraged.

The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring. And that is not happiness.

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

Reason teaches us that what is good is good for something, and that what is good for nothing is not good at all.

But when one has ceased to have them, too often one cannot.