Systems Die; Instincts Remain.

A Mind That Is Stretched By A New Experience Can Never Go Back To Its Old Dimensions.

As For The Excellent Little Wretches Who Grow Up In What They Are Taught, With Never A Scruple Or A Query, ... They Signify Nothing In The Intellectual Life Of The Race.

Every Idea Is An Incitement. It Offers Itself For Belief, And If Believed It Is Acted On Unless Some Other Belief Outweighs It Or Some Failure Of Energy Stifles The Movement At Its Birth. The Only Difference Between The Expression Of An Opinion And An Incitement Is The Speaker's Enthusiasm For The Result.

There Is A Little Plant Called Reverence In The Corner Of My Soul's Garden, Which I Love To Have Watered Once A Week.

Beware Of Making Your Moral Staple Consist Of The Negative Virtues.