In Modern Eyes, Precious Though Wars May

The First Thing That Intellect Does With An Object Is To Class It With Something Else.

Men Habitually Use Only A Small Part Of The Power Which They Actually Possess.

Between What A Man Calls Me And What He Simply Calls Mine The Line Is Difficult To Draw. We Feel And Act About Certain Things That Are Ours Very Much As We Feel And Act About Ourselves.

Human Beings Are Born Into This Little Span Of Life Of Which The Best Thing Is Its Friendships And Intimacies … And Yet They Leave Their Friendships And Intimacies With No Cultivation, To Grow As They Will By The Roadside, Expecting Them To "keep" By Force Of Mere Inertia.

It Is Only By Risking Our Persons From One Hour To Another That We Live At All.