Individuals are occasionally guided by reason, crowds never.
Nobody is bored when he is trying to make something that is beautiful or to discover something that is true.
The Divine nature is Rest, he says in one of the German discourses; and in the Latin fragments we find: God rests in Himself, and makes all things rest in Him.
The wealth of a soul is measured by how much it can feel; its poverty by how little.
We must cut our coat according to our cloth, and adapt ourselves to changing circumstances.
It is a harder and a nobler task to preserve detachment in a crowd than in a cell; the little daily sacrifices of family life are often a greater trial than self-imposed mortifications.
Of all tyrannies a country can suffer, the worst is the tyranny of the majority.
The effect of boredom on a large scale in history is underestimated. It is a main cause of revolutions, and would soon bring to an end all the static Utopias and the farmyard civilization of the Fabians.
The whole of nature is a conjugation of the verb to eat, in the active and passive.
We shall have to fight the politician, who remembers only that the unborn have no votes and that since posterity has done nothing for us we need do nothing for posterity.
Experience is a good teacher, though her fees are terribly high.
It is becoming impossible for those who mix at all with their fellow-men to believe that the grace of God is distributed denominationally.
Originality is undetected plagiarism.
The fruit of the tree of knowledge always drives man from some paradise or other; and even the paradise of fools is not an unpleasant abode while it is habitable.
The whole of nature, as has been said, is a conjugation of the verb to eat, in the active and in the passive.
We should think of the church as an orchestra in which the different churches play on different instruments while a Divine Conductor calls the tune.
Experience proves that none is so cruel as the disillusioned sentimentalist.
It is quite natural and inevitable that, if we spend sixteen hours daily of our waking lives in thinking about the affairs of the world and five minutes in thinking about God and our souls, this world will seem two hundred times more real to us than God.
Originality, I fear, is too often only undetected and frequently unconscious plagiarism.
The fruit of the tree of knowledge always drives man from some paradise or another.
The world belongs to those who think and act with it, who keep a finger on its pulse.
We tolerate shapes in human beings that would horrify us if we saw them in a horse.
Faith begins as an experiment, and ends as an experience.
It is said that Mr. Gladstone could persuade most people of most things, and himself of anything.
Our test is infallible. Whatever view of reality deepens our sense of the tremendous issues of life in the world wherein we move, is for us nearer the truth than any view which diminishes that sense.