They devour each other and cannot even digest themselves.

Many a peacock hides his peacock tail from all eyes--and calls it his pride.

Moral sensibilities are nowadays at such cross-purposes that to one man a morality is proved by its utility, while to another its utility refutes it.

When somebody dies we usually need reasons for consolation, not so much to alleviate our pain as to excuse ourselves for so readily feeling consoled.

If you look long enough into the void, the void begins to look back through you.

Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.

Unconsciously we seek the principles and opinions which are suited to our temperament, so that at last it seems as if these principles and opinions had formed our character and given it support and stability.