An aphorism is true where it has fixed the impression of a genuine experience.

Eclecticism. Every truth is so true that any truth must be false.

The propriety of some persons seems to consist in having improper thoughts about their neighbors.

There are those who so dislike the nude that they find something indecent in the naked truth.

The force of the blow depends on the resistance. It is sometimes better not to struggle against temptation. Either fly or yield at once.

The one self-knowledge worth having is to know one's own mind.

There are persons who, when they cease to shock us, cease to interest us.

Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.

We say that a girl with her doll anticipates the mother. It is more true, perhaps, that most mothers are still but children with playthings.