The Coward Does Not Know What It

One Who Is Publicly Honest About Himself Ends Up By Priding Himself Somewhat On This Honesty: For He Knows Only Too Well Why He Is Honest-for The Same Reasons Another Person Prefers Illusion And Dissimulation.

The Rights Which A Man Arrogates To Himself Are Relative To The Duties Which He Sets Himself, And To The Tasks Which He Feels Capable Of Performing.

It Is Only Those Who Know How To Feel That "this Is Not Good" Who Devise Improvements.

In The End We Love Our Desire And Not What It Is That We Desire.

It Seems To Me That To Take A Book Of Mine Into His Hands Is One Of The Rarest Distinctions That Anyone Can Confer Upon Himself. I Even Assume That He Removes His Shoes When He Does So-not To Speak Of Boots.