Truths emerge from facts, but they dip forward into facts again and add to them; which facts again create or reveal new truth (the word is indifferent) and so on indefinitely. The 'facts' themselves meanwhile are not true. They simply are. Truth is the function of the beliefs that start and terminate among them.

The one who thinks over his experiences most, and weaves them into systematic relations with each other, will be the one with the best memory.

It is only in the lonely emergencies of life that our creed is tested: then routine maxims fail, and we fall back on our gods.

If you want a confidence, act as if you already have it. Try the "as if" technique.

The greatest discovery of my generation is that a human being can alter his life by altering his attitudes.

Failure, then, failure! so the world stamps us at every turn. We strew it with our blunders, our misdeeds, our lost opportunities, with all the memorials of our inadequacy to our vocation. And with what a damning emphasis does it then blot us out! No easy fine, no mere apology or formal expiation, will satisfy the world's demands, but every pound of flesh exacted is soaked with all its blood. The subtlest forms of suffering known to man are connected with the poisonous humiliations incidental to these results.

The deepest hunger in human beings is the desire to be appreciated.