When it comes to success, there are no shortcuts.
One of the uncovenanted benefits of living for a long time is that, having so many more dead than living friends, death can appear as a step backwards into the joyous past.
Failures to love are irremediable and irredeemable.
In what touches their social convictions, most persons do not think. The threat of change, with all it suggests to them in the loss of social and economic privilege, alarms so deeply that they are incapable of unprejudiced thought. They seem to themselves to be thinking, with lucidity and fairness, but since they start from the conviction that change must undoubtedly be for the worse or from settled grief at the thought of losing what is old and lovely, they are doing no more than following a logical sequence of ideas from a false premise.
. . . we do not remember people as they were. What we remember is the effect they had on us then, but we remember it through an emotion charged with all that has since happened to us.
Nothing lasts. Not even a great sorrow.
My mind is not suited to go much into company.
If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.
One cannot comprehend Him through reason, even if one reasoned for ages.
A million dollars isn’t cool. You know what’s cool? A billion dollars.
I think God rarely gives to one man, or one set of men, more than one great moral victory to win.