[p]hilosophy . . .consists Chiefly In Suggesting

I Am Fairly Tired--bored Beyond Endurance--by The World We Live In, And Its Ideals, And Am Ready To Say So, Not Violently, But Kindly, As One Rubs Salt Into The Back Of A Flogged Sailor As Though One Loved Him.

History Will Die If Not Irritated. The Only Service I Can Do To My Profession Is To Serve As A Flea.

At The Utmost, The Active-minded Young Man Should Ask Of His Teacher Only Mastery Of His Tools. The Young Man Himself, The Subject Of Education, Is A Certain Form Of Energy; The Object To Be Gained Is Economy Of His Force; The Training Is Partly The Clearing Away Of Obstacles, Partly The Direct Application Of Effort. Once Acquired, The Tools And Models May Be Thrown Away.

Man Is An Imperceptible Atom Always Trying To Become One With God.

My Favorite Figure Of The American Author Is That Of A Man Who Breeds A Favorite Dog, Which He Throws Into The Mississippi River For The Pleasure Of Making A Splash. The River Does Not Splash, But It Drowns The Dog.