If this life is not a real fight, in which something is eternally gained for the universe by success, it is no better than a game of private theatricals from which one may withdraw at will. But it feels like a real fight.

Modern man . . . has not ceased to be credulous . . . the need to believe haunts him.

There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision.

Instinct leads, logic does but follow.

Truth in our ideas means their power to work.

Anything you may hold firmly in your imagination can be yours.

There is nothing so absurd that it cannot be believed as truth if repeated often enough.