Where is it, this present? It has melted in our grasp, fled ere we could touch it, gone in the instant of becoming.

Every time a resolve or a fine glow of feeling evaporates without bearing practical fruit is worse than a chance lost; it works to hinder future resolutions and emotions from taking the normal path of discharge. There is no more contemptible type of human character than that of the nerveless sentimentalist and dreamer, who spends his life in a weltering sea of sensibility and emotion, but who never does a manly concrete deed.

As a rule we disbelieve all the facts and theories for which we have no use.

The perfection of rottenness.

The greatest discovery of the 19th century was not in the realm of the physical sciences, but the power of the subconscious mind touched by faith. Any individual can tap into an eternal reservoir of power that will enable them to overcome any problem that may arise. All weaknesses can be overcome, bodily healing, financial independence, spiritual awakening, and prosperity beyond your wildest dreams. This is the superstructure of happiness.

Far from being antecedent principles that animate the process, law, language, truth are but abstract names for its results.

In the matter of belief, we are all extreme conservatives.