There is no sense of ease like the ease we felt in those scenes where we were born.

Men outlive their love, but they don’t outlive the consequences of their recklessness.

Those old stories of visions and dreams guiding men have their truth; we are saved by making the future present to ourselves.

Cruelty, like every other vice, requires no motive outside of itself; it only requires opportunity.

But let the wise be warned against too great readiness to explanation: it multiplies the sources of mistake, lengthening the sum for reckoners sure to go wrong.

We are all of us born in moral stupidity, taking the world as an udder to feed our supreme selves

Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.