Most men's friendships are too inarticulate.

Pretend what we may, the whole man within us is at work when we form our philosophical opinions.

I don't see how an epigram, being a bolt from the blue, with no introduction or cue, ever gets itself writ.

With mere good intentions hell is proverbially paved.

As long as there are postmen, life will have zest.

Men's activities are occupied into ways -- in grappling with external circumstances and in striving to set things at one in their own topsy-turvy mind.

But it is the bane of psychology to suppose that where results are similar, processes must be the same. Psychologists are too apt to reason as geometers would, if the latter were to say that the diameter of a circle is the same thing as its semi-circumference, because, forsooth, they terminate in the same two points.