A new idea is first condemned as ridiculous and then dismissed as trivial, until finally, it becomes what everybody knows.

All our scientific and philosophic ideals are altars to unknown gods.

The greatest enemy of any one of our truths may be the rest of our truths.

Evil is a disease; and worry over disease is itself an additional form of disease, which only adds to the original complaint.

There is no being capable of a spiritual life who does not have within him a jungle. Where the wolf constantly HOWLS and the OBSCENE bird of night chatters endlessly.

The stream of thought flows on; but most of its segments fall into the bottomless abyss of oblivion. Of some, no memory survives the instant of their passage. Of others, it is confined to a few moments, hours or days. Others, again, leave vestiges which are indestructible, and by means of which they may be recalled as long as life endures.

No decision is, in itself, a decision.