The heart and hand of those who always mete out become callous from always meting out.
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.
Egoism is the very essence of a noble soul.
Every step forward is made at the cost of mental and physical pain to someone.
One must learn to be a sponge if one wants to be loved by hearts that overflow.
In everything one thing is impossible: rationality.