A man’s mind is stretched by a new idea or sensation, and never shrinks back to its former dimensions.
What refuge is there for the victim who is oppressed with the feeling that there are a thousand new books he ought to read, while life is only long enough for him to attempt to read a hundred?
Nothing is so common as the desire to be remarkable.
I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving – we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it – but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
It’s faith in something and enthusiasm for something that makes a life worth living.
Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked.
The books we read should be chosen with great care, that they may be, as an Egyptian king wrote over his library,’The medicines of the soul.
Men do not quit playing because they grow old; they grow old because they quit playing.
A moment’s insight is sometimes worth a life’s experience.
Nothing is more common than the wish to be remarkable
A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.
Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.
To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.
Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.
Truth, when not sought after, rarely comes to light.
Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
A man may fulfill the object of his existence by asking a question he cannot answer, and attempting a task he cannot achieve.
Most people are willing to take the Sermon on the Mount as a flag to sail under, but few will use it as a rudder by which to steer.
Without wearing any mask we are conscious of, we have a special face for each friend.