We are closer to the ants than to the butterflies. Very few people can endure much leisure.

You generally hear that what a man doesn't know doesn't hurt him, but in business what a man doesn't know does hurt.

A bad memory is the mother of invention.

When I write a page that reads badly I know that it is myself who has written it. When it reads well it has come through from somewhere else.

Everyone alters and is altered by everyone else. We are all the time taking in portions of one another or else reacting against them, and by these involuntary acquisitions and repulsions modifying our natures.

We are closer to the ants than to the butterflies. Very few people can endure much leisure.

We soon cease to feel the grief at the deaths of our friends, yet we continue to the end of our lives to miss them. They are still with us in their absence.