If somebody thinks they’re a hedgehog, presumably you just give ’em a mirror , a few pictures of hedgehogs , tell them to sort it out for themselves.

To be ashamed of one’s immorality: that is a step on the staircase at whose end one is also ashamed of one’s morality.

Deep down, I’m pretty superficial.

The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have.

And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

The things that we love tell us what we are.

Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.