We Are Mere Bundles Of Habits.

A Chain Is No Stronger Than Its Weakest Link, And Life Is After All A Chain.

Owing To The Fact That All Experience Is A Process, No Point Of View Can Ever Be The Last One

Our Beliefs And Our Attention Are The Same Fact.

Hardly Ever Can A Youth Transferred To The Society Of His Betters Unlearn The Nasality And Other Vices Of Speech Bred In Him By The Associations Of His Growing Years. Hardly Ever, Indeed, No Matter How Much Money There Be In His Pocket, Can He Ever Learn To Dress Like A Gentleman-born. The Merchants Offer Their Wares As Eagerly To Him As To The Veriest Swell, But He Simply Cannot Buy The Right Things.

In Modern Eyes, Precious Though Wars May Be They Must Not Be Waged Solely For The Sake Of The Ideal Harvest. Only When Forced Upon One, Is A War Now Thought Permissible.