Habit is the enormous flywheel of society, its most precious conservative agent. There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision. Full half the time of such a man goes to the deciding, or regretting, of matters which ought to be so ingrained in him as practically not to exist for his consciousness at all.

We want all our friends to tell us our bad qualities; it is only the particular ass that does so whom we can't tolerate.

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

The word 'cause' is an altar to an unknown god.

It seems the natural thing for us to listen whilst the Europeans talk.

Man lives in only one small room of the enormous house of his consciousness.

We forget that every good that is worth possessing must be paid for in strokes of daily effort.