It's difficult to describe the weirdness of speaking to a man who appears to be perfectly in control of his faculties, who can deliver off-the-cuff repartee, and yet who is actually utterly disconnected from who he is.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We have for too long been taught that the sight of a man speaking to himself is a sign of eccentricity or madness; we are no longer at all habituated to our own voices, except in conversation or from within the safety of a shouting crowd.
He that knows himself, knows others; and he that is ignorant of himself, could not write a very profound lecture on other men's heads.
A man speaks only when driven to speech by something outside himself - like, for instance, he can't find any clean socks.
Whoever thinks that he alone has speech, or possesses speech or mind above others, when unfolded such men are seen to be empty.
A man does not know what he is saying until he knows what he is not saying.
A man is sometimes as different from himself as he is from others.
The man who can articulate the movements of his inner life need no longer be a victim of himself, but is able slowly and consistently to remove the obstacles that prevent the spirit from entering.
A man with a so-called character is often a simple piece of mechanism; he has often only one point of view for the extremely complicated relationships of life.
The character of a man is known from his conversations.
Don't talk to me about a man's being able to talk sense; everyone can talk sense. Can he talk nonsense?