The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror. We think that we are generous because we credit our neighbour with the possession of those virtues that are likely to be a benefit to us.
Our ambition should be to rule ourselves, the true kingdom for each one of us; and true progress is to know more, and be more, and to do more.
As he thought of it, a sharp pang of pain struck through him like a knife and made each delicate fibre of his nature quiver.
I love talking about nothing, father. It is the only thing I know anything about. lord.
Oh! Anything becomes a pleasure if one does it too often.
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible...