The most peculiar social self which one is apt to have is in the mind of the person one is in love with.

All our life, so far as it has definite form, is but a mass of habits.

I am, myself, a very poor visualizer and find that I can seldom call to mind even a single letter of the alphabet in purely retinal terms. I must trace the letter by running my mental eye over its contour in order that the image of it shall leave any distinctness at all.

Essential truth, the truth of the intellectualists, the truth with no one thinking it, is like the coat that fits tho no one has ever tried it on, like the music that no ear has listened to. It is less real, not more real, than the verified article; and to attribute a superior degree of glory to it seems little more than a piece of perverse abstraction-worship.

If you believe that feeling bad or worrying long enough will change a past or future event, then you are residing on another planet with a different reality system.

We with our lives are like islands in the sea, or like trees in the forest... But the trees also commingle their roots in the darkness underground.

The greatest weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another.