The one self-knowledge worth having is to know one’s own mind.
The world is the best of all possible worlds, and everything in it is a necessary evil.
Metaphysics is the finding of bad reasons for what we believe upon instinct; but to find these reasons is no less an instinct.
There are persons who, when they cease to shock us, cease to interest us.
We say that a girl with her doll anticipates the mother. It is more true, perhaps, that most mothers are still but children with playthings.
The man who has ceased to fear has ceased to care.
Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart’s blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.
One said of suicide, “As long as one has brains one should not blow them out.” And another answered, “But when one has ceased to have them, too often one cannot.”