You will be quite friendly with your enemy when you both die.
Perhaps a man may commit suicide in self-defense.
Long ago there lived a man who was crucified for being too loving and too lovable.
And strange to relate I met him thrice yesterday.
The first time he was asking a policeman not to take a prostitute to prison; the second time he was drinking wine with an outcast; and the third time he was having a fist-fight with a promoter inside a church.
If all they say of good and evil were true, then my life is but one long crime.
Pity is but half justice.
The only one who has been unjust to me is the one to whose brother I have been unjust.
When you see a man led to prison, you say in your heart,
“Mayhap he is escaping from a narrower prison.”
And when you see a man drunken, you say in your heart,
“Mayhap he sought to escape from something still more unbeautiful.”
Oftentimes I have hated in self-defense; but if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.
How stupid is he who would patch the hatred in his eyes with the smile of his lips.
Only those beneath me can envy or hate me.
I have never been envied nor hated; I am above no one.
Only those above me can praise or belittle me.
I have never been praised nor belittled; I am below no one.
Your saying to me, “I do not understand you,” is praise beyond my worth, and an insult you do not deserve. How mean am I when life gives me go