Golf is a good walk spoiled. The Wit and Wisdom of Mark Twain

In this life our sorrows are either not very long or not very great because nature either overcomes them by habits or puts an end to them by sinking under their weight. But in hell the torments cannot be overcome by habit, for while they are of terrible intensity they are at the same time of continual variety, each pain, so to speak, taking fire from another and re-endowing that which has enkindled it with a still fiercer flame. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

In a word, neither death, nor exile, nor pain, nor anything of this kind is the real cause of our doing or not doing any action, but our inward opinions and principles. Discourses

Men are still men. The despot's wickedness, Comes of ill teaching, and of power's excess-- Comes of the purple he from childhood wears, Slaves would be tyrants if the chance were theirs. The Vanished City