Most of us have no real loves and no real hatreds. Blessed is love less blessed is hatred but thrice accursed is that indifference which is neither one nor the other.
The demand is for certainty is a sign of weakness.
The successful man is he who when he sees that no further certainty is attainable promptly decides on the most probable side as if he were completely sure it was right.
The greater part of our lives is spent in dreaming over the morrow and when it comes it too is consumed in the anticipation of a brighter morrow and so the cheat is prolonged even to the grave.
Every faculty and virtue I possess can be used as an instrument with which to worry myself.
It should be part of our private ritual to devote a quarter of an hour every day to the enumeration of the good qualities of our friends. When we are not active we fall back idly upon defects even of...