Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for read more

Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for control, makes men prefer reason's imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work.

Fear of success can also be tied into the idea that success means someone else's loss. Some people are unconsciously read more

Fear of success can also be tied into the idea that success means someone else's loss. Some people are unconsciously guilty because they believe their victories are coming at the expense of another.

To expect defeat is nine-tenths of defeat itself.

To expect defeat is nine-tenths of defeat itself.

I am not judged by the number of times I fail, but by the number of times I succeed; and read more

I am not judged by the number of times I fail, but by the number of times I succeed; and the number of times I succeed is in direct proportion to the number of times I can fail and keep on trying.

Discontent is something that follows ambition like a shadow.

Discontent is something that follows ambition like a shadow.

Anger cannot be dishonest.

Anger cannot be dishonest.

Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth. Do not follow those who lie in contempt of read more

Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth. Do not follow those who lie in contempt of reality. Let your lie be even more logical than the truth itself, so the weary travelers may find repose.

No man ever did a designed injury to another, but at the same time he did a greater to himself.

No man ever did a designed injury to another, but at the same time he did a greater to himself.

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would read more

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul's incurable lonliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own.