There is but one cause of human failure. And that is man's lack of faith in his true Self.

Our volitional habits depend, then, first, on what the stock of ideas is which we have; and, second, on the habitual coupling of the several ideas with action or inaction respectively.

Most people never run far enough on their first wind to find out they've got a second.

The baby, assailed by eyes, ears, nose, skin, and entrails at once, feels it all as one great blooming, buzzing confusion.

Our faith is faith in someone else's faith, and in the greatest matters this is most the case.

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

Selection is the very keel on which our mental ship is built. And in this case of memory its utility is obvious. If we remembered everything, we should on most occasions be as ill off as if we remembered nothing.