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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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