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"Sanity is a madness put to good uses."
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"Shame lies. All the time. About everything. Don't believe your shame."
"Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other."
"[If a man] postpone[s] any open acknowledgement... that his own faith is in direct opposition to the assumptions on which all the conversation of his new friends [are] based... he will be in a false position. He will be silent when he ought to speak and laugh when he ought to be silent. He will assume, at first only by his manner, but presently by his words, all sorts of cynical and sceptical attitudes which are not really his. But... they may become his. All mortals tend to turn into the thing they are pretending to be."
"We are what we believe we are."
"Man is more likely to believe an opinion that he wanted to hear - than a fact that he wishes was an opinion."
"Narcissists often feign oppression because narcissists always feel entitled."
"Some people are each envious of the person they used to be."
"No single bad person regards themselves as a bad person."
"You can get into a habit of thought in which you enjoy making fun of all those other people who don't see things as clearly as you do. We have to guard carefully against it."
"To say 'I want to have sex with this person' is to express a desire which is not intellectually directed in the way that 'I want to eradicate poverty in the world' is an intellectually directed desire. Furthernore, the gratification of sexual desire can only ever give temporary satisfaction. Thus as Nagarjuna, the great Indian scholar said: 'When you have an itch, you scratch. But not to itch at all is better than any amount of scratching."
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"The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age."
"Friendship is almost always the union of a part of one mind with the part of another; people are friends in spots."
"The degree in which a poet's imagination dominates reality is, in the end, the exact measure of his importance and dignity."
"With you a part of me hath passed away; For in the peopled forest of my mind A tree made leafless by this wintry wind Shall never don again its green array. Chapel and fireside, country road and bay, Have something of their friendliness resigned; Another, if I would, I could not find, And I am grown much older in a day. But yet I treasure in my memory Your gift of charity, and young hearts ease, And the dear honour of your amity; For these once mine, my life is rich with these. And I scarce know which part may greater be,-- What I keep of you, or you rob from me."
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