Nothing contributes so much to tranquilizing the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.
My head rang like a gong.
I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.
All movements go too far.
No great improvements in the lot of mankind are possible until a great change takes place in the fundamental constitution of their modes of thought.