Life Is A Theatre Of Alarms And

The Imaginations Which People Have Of One Another Are The Solid Facts Of Society.

Life Is A Theatre Of Alarms And Contentions.

If Love Closes, The Self Contracts And Hardens: The Mind Having Nothing Else To Occupy Its Attention And Give It That Change And Renewal It Requires, Busies Itself More And More With Self-feeling, Which Takes On Narrow And Disgusting Forms, Like Avarice, Arrogance And Fatuity.

To Retire To The Monastery, Or The Woods, Or The Sea, Is To Escape From The Sharp Suggestions That Spur On Ambition.

The Thing That Moves Us To Pride Or Shame Is Not The Mere Mechanical Reflection Of Ourselves But The Imagined Effect Of This Reflection Upon Another's Mind.