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.

Our acts of voluntary attending, as brief and fitful as they are, are nevertheless momentous and critical, determining us, as they do, to higher or lower destinies.

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.

Circumstance does not make me, it reveals me.

Events are influenced by our very great desires.

To neglect the wise sayings of great thinkers is to deny ourselves the truest education.

Act the part and you will become the part.