Real culture lives by sympathies and admirations, not by dislikes and disdains; under all misleading wrappings it pounces unerringly upon the human core.

Compared to what we ought to be, we are only half awake. We are making use of only a small part of our physical and mental resources. Stating the thing broadly, the human individual thus lives far within his limits. He possesses power of various sorts which he habitually fails to use.

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.

Human beings are born into this little span of life of which the best thing is its friendships and intimacies … and yet they leave their friendships and intimacies with no cultivation, to grow as they will by the roadside, expecting them to "keep" by force of mere inertia.

Faith branches off the highroad before reason begins

With no attempt there can be no failure; with no failure no humiliation.

Every way of classifying a thing is but a way of handling it for some particular purpose.