Has any man ever obtained inner harmony by simply reading about the experiences of others? Not since the world began has it ever happened. Each man must go through the fire himself.

Nobody can misunderstand a boy like his own mother. Mothers at present can bring children into the world, but this performance is apt to mark the end of their capacities. They can't even attend to the elementary animal requirements of their offspring. It is quite surprising how many children survive in spite of their mothers.

How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.

There is a kinship, a kind of freemasonry, between all persons of intelligence, however antagonistic their moral outlook.

A man who is stingy with saffron is capable of seducing his own grandmother.

How often could things be remedied by a word. How often is it left unspoken.

Why always "not yet"? Do flowers in spring say "not yet"?