A mind too proud to unbend over the small ridiculosa of life is as painful as a library with no trash in it.
The evening papers print what they do and get away with it because by afternoon the human mind is ruined anyhow.
I had a million questions to ask God: but when I met Him, they all fled my mind; and it didn't seem to matter.
If you have to keep reminding yourself of a thing, perhaps it isn't so.
Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, everyday, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to continually be part of unanimity.