It would probably astound each of them beyond measure to be let into his neighbor's mind and to find how different the scenery there was from that in his own.

We are mere bundles of habits.

No reception without reaction, no impression without correlative expression, -this is the great maxim which the teacher ought never to forget.

Geniuses are commonly believed to excel other men in their power of sustained attention . . . But it is their genius making them attentive, not their attention making geniuses of them.

Time itself comes in drops.

Mankind's common instinct for reality has always held the world to be essentially a theatre for heroism. In heroism, we feel, life's supreme mystery is hidden. We tolerate no one who has no capacity whatever for it in any direction. On the other hand, no matter what a man's frailties otherwise may be, if he be willing to risk death, and still more if he suffer it heroically, in the service he has chosen, the fact consecrates him forever.

Faith branches off the highroad before reason begins