There is a price for being good the same as for being bad; a cost to pay. And it’s the good men that can’t deny the bill when it comes around. They can’t deny it, like the honest man that gambles. The bad men can deny it; that’s why don’t anybody expect them to pay on sight or any other time. But the good can’t.
With people of only moderate ability modesty is mere honesty; but with those who possess great talent it is hypocrisy.
Our life is frittered away by detail. An honest man has hardly need to count more than his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten toes, and lump the rest. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity!
(Also known as: Our life is frittered away by detail… simplify, simplify.)
No one is truly honest. Even if we don’t lie to others, we often lie to ourselves. And the word good means different things to different people.
No man means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.