Epicurus had rage and envy of Plato's superior style.

Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.

No more fiction, for now we calculate; but that we may calculate, we had to make fiction first.

The job of rearing a child consists of making conscious activities unconscious.

I love him who reserveth no share of spirit for himself, but wanteth to be wholly the spirit of his virtue: thus walketh he as spirit over the bridge.

We feign pity when we want to demonstrate our ascendancy over feelings of hostility: but usually in vain. Whenever we notice this,there is an accompanying surge in those hostile sensations.

A refined soul is distressed to know that someone owes it thanks; a crude soul, to know that it owes someone thanks.