- We are like billiard balls in a game played by unskilful players, continually being nearly sent into a pocket, but hardly ever getting right into one, except by a fluke.
- We are like thistle-down blown about by the wind – up and down, here and there – but not one in a thousand ever getting beyond seed-hood.
- A man is a passing mood coming and going in the mind of his country; he is the twitching of a nerve, a smile, a frown, a thought of shame or honour, as it may happen.
- How loosely our thoughts must hang together when the whiff of a smell, a band playing in the street, a face seen in the fire, or on the gnarled stem of a tree, will lead them into such vagaries at a moment’s warning.
- When I was a boy at school at Shrewsbury, old Mrs. Brown used to keep a tray of spoiled tarts which she sold cheaper. They most of them looked pretty right till you handled them. We are all spoiled tarts.
- He is a poor creature who does not believe himself to be better than the whole world else. No matter how ill we may be, or how low we may have fallen, we would not change identity with any other person. Hence our self-conceit sustains and always must sustain us till death takes us and our conceit together so that we need no more sustaining.
- Man must always be a consuming fire or be consumed. As for hell, we are in a burning fiery furnace all our lives – for what is life but a process of combustion?
—From Samuel Butler’s Note-Books.
Biblioklept 
No. 7 became one of my favourites :D
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Avalokitesvara smiles on Mr. Samuel Butler, while Milarepa is saying, ‘When you run after your thoughts, you are like a dog chasing after a stick: every time a stick is thrown you run after it. Instead, be like a lion who, instead of chasing after the stick, turns to face the thrower. One only throws a stick at a lion once.’ Peace.✌
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Speak for yourself! I’m an excellent billiards player.
But, more seriously, a great little collection.
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