the mysterious complexity of our life is not to be embraced by maxims ... to lace ourselves up in formulas of that sort is to repress all the divine promptings and inspirations that spring from growing insight and sympathy.

Education was almost entirely a matter of luck — usually of ill-luck — in those distant days.

It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.

All the learnin' my father ever paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and the alphabet at th ' other.

There's good chances and bad chances, and nobody's luck is pulled only by one string.

... indefinite visions of ambition are weak against the ease of doing what is habitual or beguilingly agreeable.

Hear Everything and judge for yourself