Choice of attention - to pay attention to this and ignore that - is to the inner life what choice of action is to the outer. In both cases, a man is responsible for his choice and must accept the consequences, whatever they may be.

Encased in talent like a uniform, The rank of every poet is well known; They can amaze us like a thunderstorm, Or die so young, or live for years alone.

As a rule, it was the pleasure-haters who became unjust.

Nobody knows what the cause is, though some pretend they do; it like some hidden assassin waiting to strike at you. Childless women get it, and men when they retire; it as if there had to be some outlet for their foiled creative fire.

Every man carries with him through life a mirror, as unique and impossible to get rid of as his shadow.

Cats can be very funny, and have the oddest ways of showing they're glad to see you.

You shall love your crooked neighbour, with your crooked heart.