To become a popular religion, it is only necessary for a superstition to enslave a philosophy.
All human love is a holy thing, the holiest thing in our experience.
The soul is dyed by the color of its leisure hours.
All faith consists essentially in the recognition of a world of spiritual values behind, yet not apart from, the world of natural phenomena.
Experience is a good teacher, but her fees are very high.
I think middle-age is the best time, if we can escape the fatty degeneration of the conscience which often sets in at about fifty.