I think what people really hate is to be caught by surprise by criticism.
Be busy in trading, receiving, and giving, for life is too good to be wasted in living.
Instinct is intelligence incapable of self-consciousness.
Colors answer feeling in man; shapes answer thought; and motion answers will.
Emotion turning back on itself, and not leading on to thought or action, is the element of madness.
One dupe is as impossible as one twin.
A man without earnestness is a mournful and perplexing spectacle. But it is a consolation to believe, as we must of such a one, that he is the most effectual and compulsive of all schools.
Drop the veneer periodically and be like "OK, I'm an imperfect human. Let's try to get through this. "
Delhi is my emotional home. I still dream of owning a home there.
When I was 13 my dream was to play the U. S. Open. Now it's to win it.
Living, just by itself - what a dirge that is! Life is a classroom and Boredom's the usher, there all the time to spy on you; whatever happens, you've got to look as if you were awfully busy all the time doing something that's terribly exciting - or he'll come along and nibble your brain.