Oh, well, faint heart never won so much as a scrap of paper

To complain that man measures God by his own experience is a waste of time; man measures everything by his own experience; he has no other yardstick.

Nothing is more vulgar than a careful avoidance of beginning a letter with the first person singular.

Very dangerous things, theories.

Even idiots ocasionally speak the truth accidentally.

What is the use of acquiring one's heart's desire if one cannot handle and gloat over it, show it to one's friends, and gather an anthology of envy and admiration?

To start with invention is the mark of the fertile mind ... and leads later to the interpretation of experience; to start with the reproduction of experience is the infallible index of a barren invention.