Nothing Is More Injurious To The Character

People Get So In The Habit Of Worry That If You Save Them From Drowning And Put Them On A Bank To Dry In The Sun With Hot Chocolate And Muffins They Wonder Whether They Are Catching Cold.

I Want To Find Someone On The Earth So Intelligent That He Welcomes Opinions Which He Condemns.

The Reason For The Slow Progress Of The World Seems To Lie In A Single Fact. Every Man Is Born Under The Yoke, And Grows Up Beneath The Oppressions Of His Age.

The Men And Woman Who Make The Best Boon Companions Seem To Have Given Up Hope Of Doing Something Else...some Defect Of Talent Or Opportunity Has Cut Them Off From Their Pet Ambition And Has Thus Left Them With Leisure To Take An Interest In Their Lives Of Others. Your Ambition May Be, It Makes Him Keep His Thoughts At Home. But The Heartbroken People - If I May Use The Word In A Mild, Benevolent Sense - The People Whose Wills Are Subdued To Fate, Give Us Consolation, Recognition, And Welcome.

Is There Something In Trade That Desiccates And Flattens Out, That Turns Men Into Dried Leaves At The Age Of Forty? Certainly There Is. It Is Not Due To Trade But To Intensity Of Self-seeking, Combined With Narrowness Of Occupation. Business Has Destroyed The Very Knowledge In Us Of All Other Natural Forces Except Business.