But Facts Are Facts, And If We

Most Unhappiness Is Caused Because People Listen To Themselves... Instead Of Talking To Themselves.

It Is Well For The World That In Most Of Us, By The Age Of Thirty, The Character Has Set Like Plaster, And Will Never Soften Again.

Truth Is What Will Be Steadily Borne Out By Subsequent Experience

There Is No More Miserable Human Being Than One In Whom Nothing Is Habitual But Indecision, And For Whom The Lighting Of Every Cigar, The Drinking Of Every Cup, The Time Of Rising And Going To Bed Every Day, And The Beginning Of Every Bit Of Work, Are Subjects Of Express Volitional Deliberation.

Genius... Means Little More Than The Faculty Of Perceiving In An Unhabitual Way.