Religion . . . shall mean for us the feelings, acts and experiences of individual men in their solitude.

Our acts of voluntary attending, as brief and fitful as they are, are nevertheless momentous and critical, determining us, as they do, to higher or lower destinies.

Habit is the enormous flywheel of society, its most precious conservative agent. There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision. Full half the time of such a man goes to the deciding, or regretting, of matters which ought to be so ingrained in him as practically not to exist for his consciousness at all.

If you give appreciation to people, you win their goodwill. But more important than that, practicing this philosophy has made a different person of me.

It is only by risking our persons from one hour to another that we live at all.

For morality life is a war, and the service of the highest is a sort of cosmic patriotism which also calls for volunteers.

To be a real philosopher all that is necessary is to hate some one else's type of thinking.