Take care of each other.

The truth that is suppressed by friends is the readiest weapon of the enemy.

To know what you prefer instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you ought to prefer, is to have kept your soul alive.

...those little people, my brownies, who do one half of my work for me while I am fast asleep, and in all human likelihood do the rest for me as well, when I am wide awake and fondly suppose I do for myself.

It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.

There is no progress whatever. Everything is just the same as it was thousands, and tens of thousands, of years ago. The outward form changes. The essence does not change.

Of what shall a man be proud, if he is not proud of his friends?