Most of our so-called reasoning consists in finding arguments for going on believingas we already do.

Aclosed mind is like a closed book; just a block of wood.

Imagination grows by excercise and in more powerful in the mature rather than in the young.

The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.

Alexander's last wrds: Bury my body, dont build any monument. Kip my hand outside,so dat d wrld knws,who won th wrld had noting in hand wen dyin.

Melancholy is the joy of being said.

Freedom suppressed and again regained bites with keener fangs that freedom never endangered.

Wisdom requires that we pour a little oil of delicate courtesy on the wheels of friendship.

Thereis no squabbling so violent as that between peoplewho accepted an idea yesterday and those who will accept the same ideatomorrow.

The art of writing is the art of restraint.

... That may appear as the truth to one personwill often appear as untruth to another person. But that need not worry theseeker. Where there is honest effort, it will be realized that what appearedto be different truths are like the countless and apparen

People who do not believe in miracles are not realist.