I feel affluent or not according to what part of town I am in.
Wealth makes the laws that poverty must obey.
Tolerance is a placid contempt.
What’s the good of being stoical if nobody notices?
A laughing Lear would be monstrous. Not so a laughing Romeo and Juliet.
Infallibility and invincible ignorance are the same thing.
Methodology is applied ideology.
Ideologies can survive hostility, but not indifference.
Reason cannot break out of its own loop.
The irrational may be attractive in the abstract, but not in cab drives, dinner guests, or elderly relatives.
Reason is sight. Instinct is touch. Intuition is smell.
Sacred texts always offend reason.
Reason argues the case, but fact may determine the judgment.
Most people see no reason to stop arguing just because an issue has been decided.
Anxiety and lust are evicting the older passions.
Laughter scares off lust.
Lechery is secretive, but must finally reveal itself to at least one.
Those who follow where their genitals lead them often wind up in tedious company.
Guilt agonizes over trifles, ignores habitual wrongdoing.
Saying “I feel guilty” is a mere form of words. Saying “I feel ashamed” is not.