We were surprised how closely the cuckoo imitated the clock-and yet, of course, it could never have heard a clock.

It may be called the Master Passion, the hunger for self-approval.

The pitifulest thing out is a mob; that's what an army is--a mob; they don't fight with courage that's born in them, but with courage that's borrowed from their mass, and from their officers. But a mob without any MAN at the head of it is BENEATH pitifulness.

Man proposes, but God blocks the game.

It is not a new thing for a thoroughly good and well-meaning preacher´s soft heart to run away with his soft head.

What work I have done I have done because it has been play. If it had been work I shouldn't have done it. . . . The work that is really a man's own work is play and not work at all. . . . When we talk about the great workers of the world we really mean the great players of the world.

If your only tool is a hammer, everything starts to look like a nail.