Literature flourishes best when it is half a trade and half an art.
The world belongs to those who think and act with it, who keep a finger on its pulse.
Beneath the dingy uniformity of international fashions in dress, man remains what he has always been; a splendid fighting animal, a self-sacrificing hero, and a blood thirsty savage.
All human love is a holy thing, the holiest thing in our experience.
The average man is rich enough when he has a little more than he has got.
Consciousness is a phase of mental life which arises in connection with the formation of new habits. When habit is formed, consciousness only interferes to spoil our performance.