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.

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

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

The hunter for aphorisms on human nature has to fish in muddy water, and he is even condemned to find much of his own mind.

The one self- knowledge worth having is to know one's own mind.

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.