We want all our friends to tell us our bad qualities; it is only the particular ass that does so whom we can't tolerate.

Owing to the fact that all experience is a process, no point of view can ever be the last one

Every man who possibly can should force himself to a holiday of a full month in a year, whether he feels like taking it or not.

Focus on increasing service. Becoming great where you are. Pile in the wood. The heat will follow.

We are all potentially such sick men. The sanest and best of us are of one clay with lunatics and prison-inmates. And whenever we feel this, such a sense of the vanity of our voluntary career comes over us, that all our morality appears but as a plaster hiding a sore it can never cure, and all our well-doing as the hollowest substitute for that well-being that our lives ought to be grounded in, but alas! are not.

The first thing the intellect does with an object is to class it along with something else. But any object that is infinitely important to us and awakens our devotion feels to us also as if it must be sui generis and unique. Probably a crab would be filled with a sense of personal outrage if it could hear us class it without ado or apology as a crustacean, and thus dispose of it. 'I am no such thing,' it would say; 'I am MYSELF, MYSELF alone.

...as I apprehend the Buddhist doctrine of karma, I agree in principle with that.