When Intelligent And Sensible People Despise Knowledge

There Are Few Who Have At Once Thought And Capacity For Action. Thought Expands, But Lames; Action Animates, But Narrows.

The Moment One Definitely Commits Oneself, Then Providence Moves, Too. All Sorts Of Things Occur To Help One That Would Never Have Otherwise Occurred...unforeseen Incidents And Meetings And Material Assistance, Which No Man Could Have Dreamed Would Have Come His Way.

We Do Not Have To Visit A Madhouse To Find Disordered Minds; Our Planet Is The Mental Institution Of The Universe.

Misunderstandings And Neglect Create More Confusion In This World Than Trickery And Malice. At Any Rate, The Last Two Are Certainly Much Less Frequent.

Superstition Is The Poetry Of Life. It Is Inherent In Man's Nature; And When We Think It Is Wholly Eradicated, It Takes Refuge In The Strangest Holes And Corners, Whence It Peeps Out All At Once, As Soon As It Can Do It With Safety.