For The Moment, What We Attend To

A Man Has As Many Social Selves As There Are Individuals Who Recognize Him.

An Act Has No Ethical Quality Whatever Unless It Be Chosen Out Of Several All Equally Possible.

We Can Change Our Circumstances By A Mere Change Of Our Attitude.

We Are All Potentially Such Sick Men. The Sanest And Best Of Us Are Of One Clay With Lunatics And Prison-inmates. And Whenever We Feel This, Such A Sense Of The Vanity Of Our Voluntary Career Comes Over Us, That All Our Morality Appears But As A Plaster Hiding A Sore It Can Never Cure, And All Our Well-doing As The Hollowest Substitute For That Well-being That Our Lives Ought To Be Grounded In, But Alas! Are Not.

I Take It That No Man Is Educated Who Has Never Dallied With The Thought Of Suicide.