To Become A Popular Religion, It Is

We Tolerate Shapes In Human Beings That Would Horrify Us If We Saw Them In A Horse.

A Man May Build Himself A Throne Of Bayonets, But He Cannot Sit On It.

The Wealth Of A Soul Is Measured By How Much It Can Feel; Its Poverty By How Little.

I Think Middle-age Is The Best Time, If We Can Escape The Fatty Degeneration Of The Conscience Which Often Sets In At About Fifty.

The Jealous Man Is So Preoccupied With What He Hasn't Got That He Fails To Appreciate The Value Of What He Has Got. He Loses The Ability To Feel Glad Because The Sun Is Shining. He Doesn't See The Wonder And The Newness Of The Beginning Of Spring.