There is no pleasure subtler than the sensation of being a good workman; and in work there is the sense of consanguinity-unconscious as a rule but sometimes conscious.
When one is frank, one's very presence is a compliment.
A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.
Assign Yogi Berra to Cape Canaveral; he could handle any missile.
The self does not realize itself most fully when self-realization is its most constant aim.
The prey of fear, he, always curtailed, extinguished, thwarted by the dusk, work partly done, says to the alternating blaze, "Again the sun! anew each day; and new and new and new, that comes into and steadies my soul."