There is one vast human experience that confronts us so formidably that we cannot pretend to overlook it. There is no solution to death. There is no means whatever whereby you or I, by taking thought, can solve this difficulty in such a manner that it no longer exists.

I have never yet heard any middle-aged man or woman who worked with his or her brains express any regret for the passing of youth.

The popular mind has grown so confused that it is no longer able to receive any statement of fact except as an expression of personal feeling.

And heresy is, as I have tried to show, largely the expression of opinion of the untutored average man, trying to grapple with the problems of the universe at the point where they begin to interfere with his daily life and thought.

Even idiots ocasionally speak the truth accidentally.

A human being must have occupation if he or she is not to become a nuisance to the world.

I often think when a man's once past a certain age, the older he grows the tougher he gets, and women the same or more so.