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The Bashful Are Always Aggressive At Heart.

If We Divine A Discrepancy Between A Man's Words And His Character, The Whole Impression Of Him Becomes Broken And Painful; He Revolts The Imagination By His Lack Of Unity, And Even The Good In Him Is Hardly Accepted.

If The Man Succeeds In Becoming Indifferent To The Opinions Of His Neighbors He Runs Into Another Danger, That Of A Distorted And Extravagant Self Of The Pride Sort, Since By The Very Process Of Gaining Independence And Immunity From The Stings Of Depreciation And Misunderstanding, He Has Perhaps Lost That Wholesome Deference To Some Social Tribunal That A Man Cannot Dispense With And Remain Quite Sane.

It Is Partly To Avoid Consciousness Of Greed That We Prefer To Associate With Those Who Are At Least As Greedy As We Ourselves. Those Who Consume Much Less Are A Reproach.

If Love Closes, The Self Contracts And Hardens: The Mind Having Nothing Else To Occupy Its Attention And Give It That Change And Renewal It Requires, Busies Itself More And More With Self-feeling, Which Takes On Narrow And Disgusting Forms, Like Avarice, Arrogance And Fatuity.