Effort is the one strictly undervalued and original contribution we make to this world.

Whilst part of what we perceive comes through our senses from the object before us, another part (and it may be the larger part) always comes out of our own mind.

The function of ignoring, of inattention, is as vital a factor in mental progress as the function of attention itself.

To kill time is not murder, it's suicide.

Mankind's common instinct for reality has always held the world to be essentially a theatre for heroism.

The soul is stronger than its surroundings.

As a rule reading fiction is as hard to me as trying to hit a target by hurling feathers at it. I need resistance to celebrate!