Up to a certain point every man is what he thinks he is.

It is by a wise economy of nature that those who suffer without change, and whom no one can help, become uninteresting. Yet so it may happen that those who need sympathy the most often attract it the least.

The propriety of some persons seems to consist in having improper thoughts about their neighbors.

The world is the best of all possible worlds, and everything in it is a necessary evil.

The man who has ceased to fear has ceased to care.

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.

Few people would not be the worse for complete sincerity.