Our esteem for facts has not neutralized in us all religiousness. It is itself almost religious. Our scientific temper is devout.

There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision.

All natural goods perish. Riches take wings; fame is a breath; love is a cheat; youth and health and pleasure vanish.

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

Choose a self and stand by it.

Tension is a habit. Relaxing is a habit. Bad habits can be broken, good habits formed.

Is life worth living? It all depends on the liver.