We resemble ourselves.

Whatever we say, we’re always talking about ourselves.

It is thus with most of us; we are what other people say we are. We know ourselves chiefly by hearsay.

He has the same opinion as us

nothing is quite as easy as using words like somebody else. We all of us do exactly this nearly all of the time — and whenever we do it, we are not poets.

We are all of us more or less echoes, repeating involuntarily the virtues, the defects, the movements, and the characters of those among whom we live.

We know how to speak many falsehoods which resemble real things, but we know, when we will, how to speak true things.

[S]ince being is analogical, we are quite correct in using the same words, in particular the word 'being', for both God and his creatures.

We like people who are similar to us. This fact seems to hold true whether the similarity is in the area of opinions, personality traits, background, or life-style.

The joke is, we all have the same punchline.

Nous devenons pareils à l’idéal que nous portons en
notre cœur.

:Because we’ve said it

"... Our language, tiger, our language: hundreds of thousands of available words, frillions of legitimate new ideas... And yet, oh, and yet, we, all of us, spend all our days saying to each other the same things time after weary time: "I love you," "Don't go in there," "Get out," "You have no right to say that," "Stop it," "Why should I," "That hurt," "Help," "Marjorie is dead.

That which we are, we are.