The Great End Of Being Is To

I Find The Great Thing In This World Is Not So Much Where We Stand, As In What Direction We Are Moving: To Reach The Port Of Heaven, We Must Sail Sometimes With The Wind And Sometimes Against It, But We Must Sail, And Not Drift, Nor Lie At Anchor.

Every Now And Then A Man's Mind Is Stretched By A New Idea Or Sensation, And Never Shrinks Back To Its Former Dimensions.

General Propositions Do Not Decide Concrete Cases. The Decision Will Depend On A Judgment Or Intuition More Subtle Than Any Articulate Major Premise.

On The Whole, I Am On The Side Of The Unregenerate Who Affirms The Worth Of Life As An End In Itself, As Against The Saints Who Deny It.

The Preacher's Garment Is Cut According To The Pattern Of That Of The Hearers, For The Most Part.