Most Men's Friendships Are Too Inarticulate.

Each Of Us Literally Chooses, By His Way Of Attending To Things, What Sort Of Universe He Shall Appear To Himself To Inhabit.

The Minute A Man Ceases To Grow, No Matter What His Years, That Minute He Begins To Be Old.

It Is Only In The Lonely Emergencies Of Life That Our Creed Is Tested: Then Routine Maxims Fail, And We Fall Back On Our Gods.

It Is So Human A Book That I Don't See How Belief In Its Divine Authority Can Survive The Reading Of It.

All Of Our Life Is But A Mass Of Small Habits - Practical, Emotional, Intellectual And Spiritual - That Bear Us Irresistibly Toward Our Destiny.