Psychologically time is seldom homogenous but rather is as full of shapes as space.

At pains to define liberty, that most resolute of indefinables, our minds fall back on spatial images; on birds, sailboats, and mountains; the untethered balloon, the blue sky, the nude figure.

Those who labor for bread or money alone are condemned to their reward.

We struggle with, agonize over and bluster heroically about the great questions of life when the answers to most of these lie hidden in our attitude toward the thousand minor details of each day.

The mind which can totally and inanely forget its work and obligations is often also the mind which can, at the proper time, give them the fullest attention.

The fundamental motive of true teaching is the love that seeks and studies and performs.

The reason so many promises are not kept is the same as the reason they are made in the first place.