Where Everything Is Bad It Must Be

Up To A Certain Point Every Man Is What He Thinks He Is.

The Self Has Turned Out To Mean So Many Things, To Mean Them So Ambiguously, And To Be So Wavering In Its Application, That We Do Not Feel Encouraged.

The Propriety Of Some Persons Seems To Consist In Having Improper Thoughts About Their Neighbors.

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.

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.