What interest, zest, or excitement can there be in achieving the right way, unless we are enabled to feel that the wrong way is also a possible and a natural way, nay, more, a menacing and an imminent way? And what sense can there be in condemning ourselves for taking the wrong way, unless we need have done nothing of the sort, unless the right way was open to us as well? I cannot understand the willingness to act, no matter how we feel, without the belief that acts are really good and bad.

Is life worth living? It all depends on the liver.

The prevalent fear of poverty among the educated classes is the worst moral disease from which our civilization suffers.

Mental fire is what won't burn real sticks; mental water is what won't necessarily (though of course it may) put out even a mentalfire.

Instinct leads, logic does but follow.

With mere good intentions hell is proverbially paved.

Truth is something that happens to an idea.