You May Also Like / View all maxioms
Each of us makes his own weather, determines the color of the skies in the emotional universe which he inhabits.
Each of us makes his own weather, determines the color of the skies in the emotional universe which he inhabits.
It is not because the truth is too difficult to see that we make mistakes... we make mistakes because the read more
It is not because the truth is too difficult to see that we make mistakes... we make mistakes because the easiest and most comfortable course for us is to seek insight where it accords with our emotions - especially selfish ones.
The emotions aren't always immediately subject to reason, but they are always immediately subject to action
The emotions aren't always immediately subject to reason, but they are always immediately subject to action
Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.
Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.
The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.
The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.
Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit. I am a rock. A jerk. I'm an uncaring asshole and proud of it.
Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit. I am a rock. A jerk. I'm an uncaring asshole and proud of it.
The young man who has not wept is a savage, and the old man who will not laugh is a read more
The young man who has not wept is a savage, and the old man who will not laugh is a fool.
Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don't know the ten-dollar words. read more
Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don't know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use.
There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, read more
There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together
