Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.

But when one has ceased to have them, too often one cannot.

There are persons who, when they cease to shock us, cease to interest us.

Religion is rather the attempt to express the complete reality of goodness through every aspect of our being.

Few people would not be the worse for complete sincerity.

Up to a certain point every man is what he thinks he is.

One said of suicide, As long as one has brains one should not blow them out. And another answered, But when one has ceased to have them, too often one cannot.