All our lives we are putting pennies — our most golden pennies — into penny-in-the-slot machines that are almost always empty.

An improper mind is a perpetual feast.

Those who set out to serve both God and Mammon soon discover that there isn't a God.

People before the public live an imagined life in the thought of others, and flourish or feel faint as their self outside themselves grows bright or dwindles in that mirror.

We grow with years more fragile in body, but morally stutter, and can throw off the chill of a bad conscience almost at once.

The test of enjoyment is the remembrance which it leaves behind.

If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.