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The observation of others is coloured by our inability to observe ourselves impartially. We can never be impartial about anything read more
The observation of others is coloured by our inability to observe ourselves impartially. We can never be impartial about anything until we can be impartial about our own organism. - Essays and Aphorisms.
Man is so muddled, so dependent on the things immediately before his eyes, that every day even the most submissive read more
Man is so muddled, so dependent on the things immediately before his eyes, that every day even the most submissive believer can be seen to risk the torments of the afterlife for the smallest pleasure.
True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.
True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.
There is no more difficult art to acquire than the art of observation, and for some men it is quite read more
There is no more difficult art to acquire than the art of observation, and for some men it is quite as difficult to record an observation in brief and plain language. - Aphorisms from His Bedside Teachings and Writings.
Virtue herself is her own fairest reward. - Punica.
Virtue herself is her own fairest reward. - Punica.
It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice.
It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice.
Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the read more
Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the sky.
The freedom of the press works in such a way that there is not much freedom from it.
The freedom of the press works in such a way that there is not much freedom from it.
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo read more
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
