When we are motivated by goals that have deep meaning, by dreams that need completion, by pure love that needs expressing, then we truly live life. Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak. Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking. Honesty has come to mean the privilege of insulting you to your face without expecting redress.
Nothing is so soothing to our self-esteem as to find our bad traits in our forebears.
It seems to absolve us. I have done more harm by the falseness of trying to please than by the honesty of trying to hurt.