I worshipped you too much. I am punished for it. You worshipped yourself too much. We are both punished.

I find that forgiving one's enemies is a most curious morbid pleasure; perhaps I should check it.

sorrow...is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it

The modern sympathy with invalids is morbid. Illness of any kind is hardly a thing to be encouraged in others.

The ability of the theist to misunderstand a thing is directly proportional to the obviousness of the thing.

It is only the sacred things that are worth touching

No publisher should ever express an opinion of the value of what he publishes. That is a matter entirely for the literary critic to decide.