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?
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.
A moment’s insight is sometimes worth a life’s experience.