It had already occurred to him that books were stuff, and that life was stupid.

A common fallacy: to imagine a measure will be easy because we have private motives for desiring it.

The years seem to rush by now, and I think of death as a fast approaching end of a journey-double and treble reason for loving as well as working while it is day.

Perhaps his might be one of the natures where a wise estimate of consequences is fused in the fires of that passionate belief which determines the consequences it believes in.

Men and women are but children of a larger growth.

There is no general doctrine which is not capable of eating out our morality if unchecked by the deep-seated habit of direct fellow-feeling with individual fellow-men.

But human experience is usually paradoxical, that means incongruous with the phrases of current talk or even current philosophy.