We Have Nothing To Do But To

Compared To What We Ought To Be, We Are Half Awake.

Each Of Us Is In Fact What He Is Almost Exclusively By Virtue Of His Imitative-ness.

The Love Of Life, At Any And Every Level Of Development, Is The Religious Impulse.

When Two Minds Of A High Order, Interested In Kindred Subjects, Come Together, Their Conversation Is Chiefly Remarkable For The Summariness Of Its Allusions And The Rapidity Of Its Transitions. Before One Of Them Is Half Through A Sentence The Other Knows His Meaning And Replies. ... His Mental Lungs Breathe More Deeply, In An Atmosphere More Broad And Vast.

For I Had Often Said That The Best Argument I Knew For An Immortal Life Was The Existence Of A Man Who Deserved One As Well As Child Did.