If there is aught of good in the style, it is the result of ceaseless toil in rewriting. Everything comes out wrong with me at first; but when once objectified in a crude shape, I can torture and poke and scrape and pat it till it offends me no more.

It is only by risking our persons from one hour to another that we live at all. And often enough our faith beforehand in an uncertified result is the only thing that makes the result come true.

Time itself comes in drops.

I have often thought the best way to define a man's character would be to seek out the particular mental or moral attitude in which, when it comes upon him, he felt himself most deeply and intensely active and alive. At such moments there is a voice inside which speaks and says: This is the real me!.

It is so human a book that I don't see how belief in its divine authority can survive the reading of it.

An idea will infect another with its own emotional interest when they have become both associated together into any sort of a mental total.

There is but one cause of human failure. And that is man's lack of faith in his true Self.