It is our talents rusting unused within us that secrete the poison of self-doubt into our bloodstream.

Somewhere between the Angels and the French lies the rest of humanity.

When people are free to do as they please, they usually imitate each other.

It still holds true that man is most uniquely human when he turns obstacles into opportunities.

There is always a chance that he who sets himself up as his brother's keeper will end up by being his jail-keeper.

Actual creativeness is a matter of moments. One has to piece together the minute grains to make a lump. And it is so easy to miss the momentary flashes, it is like sluicing in placer mining. He who lets the flakes float by has nothing to show for his trouble.

The capacity for getting along with our neighbor depends to a large extent on the capacity for getting along with ourselves. The self-respecting individual will try to be as tolerant of his neighbor's shortcomings as he is of his own.