So it is with minds. Unless you keep them busy with some definite subject that will bridle and control them, they throw themselves in disorder hither and yon in the vague field of imagination. ..And there is no mad or idle fancy that they do no bring forth in the agitation.

Rejoice in the things that are present; all else is beyond thee.

Once conform, once do what others do because they do it, and a kind of lethargy steals over all the finer senses of the soul.

The art of dining well is no slight art, the pleasure not a slight pleasure.

Thinking is a momentary dismissal of irrelevancies.

I knew I wouldn't ever trade all this whirling about my head for Russia or heaven or anything on earth.

His peculiar gift was the power of holding continuously in his mind a purely mental problem until he had seen it through.