There is nothing so carking as the pangs of unsatisfied curiosity.

The human mind has an infinite capacity for self-deception.

It took me years to learn that character is fate and that no one can be made over.

It is a pretty trick of authors to make nature ever in sympathy with man, but as a matter of fact she seldom is.

when I am alone in the forest I always say my prayers; and that occasional solitary communion with God is surely the only true religion for intelligent beings.

Our impulses are our birthright. To alter personality would be unjust, almost criminal, for the impulses that make a fool or worse of us in certain circumstances may be necessary for our happiness.

In times of panic man seems to exchange his soul for a tail.