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Habits are to the soul what the veins and arteries are to the blood, the courses in which it moves.
Habits are to the soul what the veins and arteries are to the blood, the courses in which it moves.
A hurtful act is the transference to others of the degradation which we bear in ourselves.
A hurtful act is the transference to others of the degradation which we bear in ourselves.
It's amazing how much "mature wisdom" resembles being too tired.
It's amazing how much "mature wisdom" resembles being too tired.
Fanaticism obliterates the feelings of humanity.
Fanaticism obliterates the feelings of humanity.
Ideals are very often formed in the effort to escape from the hard task of dealing with facts, which is read more
Ideals are very often formed in the effort to escape from the hard task of dealing with facts, which is the function of science and art. There is no process by which to reach an ideal. There are no tests by which to verify it. It is therefore impossible to frame a proposition about an ideal which can be proved or disproved. It follows that the use of ideals is to be strictly limited to proper cases, and that the attempt to use ideals in social discussion does not deserve serious consideration.
Commitment becomes hysterical when those who have nothing to give advocate generosity, and those who have nothing to give up read more
Commitment becomes hysterical when those who have nothing to give advocate generosity, and those who have nothing to give up preach renunciation.
Better mad with the rest of the world than wise alone.
Better mad with the rest of the world than wise alone.
Conscious and unconscious experiences do not belong to different compartments of the mind; they form a continuous scale of gradations, read more
Conscious and unconscious experiences do not belong to different compartments of the mind; they form a continuous scale of gradations, of degrees of awareness.
Every intense desire is perhaps a desire to be different from what we are.
Every intense desire is perhaps a desire to be different from what we are.
