It has been said that metaphysics is the finding of bad reasons for what we believe upon instinct.

It requires the feminine temperament to repeat the same thing three times with unabated zest.

I like manual labor. Whenever I've got waterlogged with study, I've taken a spell of it and found it spiritually invigorating.

Tolerance is only another name for indifference.

There are men whose sense of humour is so ill developed that they still bear a grudge against Copernicus because he dethroned them from the central position in the universe. They feel it a personal affront that they can no longer consider themselves the pivot upon which turns the whole of created things.

The normal is what you find but rarely. The normal is an ideal. It is a picture that one fabricates of the average characteristics of men, and to find them all in a single man is hardly to be expected.

The passing moment is all we can be sure of; it is only common sense to extract its utmost value from it.