The More Developed Sexual Passion, In Both

There Is No Way To Penetrate The Surface Of Life But By Attacking It Earnestly At A Particular Point.

The Human Mind Is Indeed A Cave Swarming With Strange Forms Of Life, Most Of Them Unconscious And Unilluminated. Unless We Can Understand Something As To How The Motives That Issue From This Obscurity Are Generated, We Can Hardly Hope To Foresee Or Control Them.

The Chief Misery Of The Decline Of The Faculties, And A Main Cause Of The Irritability That Often Goes With It, Is Evidently The Isolation, The Lack Of Customary Appreciation And Influence, Which Only The Rarest Tact And Thoughtfulness On The Part Of Others Can Alleviate.

The Mind Is Not A Hermit's Cell, But A Place Of Hospitality And Intercourse.

When One Has Come To Accept A Certain Course As Duty He Has A Pleasant Sense Of Relief And Of Lifted Responsibility, Even If The Course Involves Pain And Renunciation. It Is Like Obedience To Some External Authority; Any Clear Way, Though It Lead To Death, Is Mentally Preferable To The Tangle Of Uncertainty.