I think the secret of it was chiefly in this,--that he seemed to think so little of himself.
But now as he walked home in the middle of the night from Cecil Street to Cavendish Square he did think much of himself. Indeed such self-thoughts come naturally to all men, be their outward conduct ever so reckless. Every man to himself is the centre of the whole world;--the axle on which it all turns. All knowledge is but his own perception of the things around him. All love, and care for others, and solicitude for the world's welfare, are but his own feelings as to the world's wants and the world's merits.

 - chiefly, I think, because he seemed to think so little of himself.
But now as he walked home in the middle of the night he did think much of himself. Every man to himself is the centre of the whole world; the axle on which it all turns. All knowledge is but his own perception of the things around him.
