For the moment, what we attend to is reality.

We must make automatic and habitual, as early as possible, as many useful actions as we can, and as carefully guard against the growing into ways that are likely to be disadvantageous.

There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision, and for whom the lighting of every cigar, the drinking of every cup, the time of rising and going to bed every day, and the beginning of every bit of work, are subjects of express volitional deliberation.

There can be no final truth in ethics any more than in physics, until the last man has had his experience and said his say.

A new idea is first condemned as ridiculous and then dismissed as trivial, until finally, it becomes what everybody knows.

Democracy is still upon its trial. The civic genius of our people is its only bulwark.

Our errors are surely not such awfully solemn things. In a world where we are so certain to incur them in spite of all our caution, a certain lightness of heart seems healthier than this excessive nervousness on their behalf.