As widowers proverbially marry again, so a man with the habit of friendship always finds new friends.

Sanity is madness put to good use.

It is the acme of life to understand life.

Since barbarism has its pleasures it naturally has its apologists.

There is nothing sacred about convention; there is nothing sacred about primitive passions or whims; but the fact that a convention exists indicates that a way of living has been devised capable of maintaining itself.

Experience seems to most of us to lead to conclusions, but empiricism has sworn never to draw them.

Happiness is impossible, and even inconceivable, to a mind without scope and without pause, a mind driven by craving, pleasure, or fear. To be happy, you must be reasonable, or you must be tamed. You must have taken the measure of your powers, tasted the fruits of your passion, and learned your place in the world and what things in it can really serve you. To be happy, you must be wise.