If the secret sorrows of everyone could be read on their forehead, how many who now cause envy would suddenly read more

If the secret sorrows of everyone could be read on their forehead, how many who now cause envy would suddenly become the objects of pity.

To be what no one ever was, To be what everyone has been: Freedom is the mean of those Extremes read more

To be what no one ever was, To be what everyone has been: Freedom is the mean of those Extremes that fence all effort in.

Some men see things as they are and ask, 'why?' I dream things that never were and ask, 'why not?'"NB: read more

Some men see things as they are and ask, 'why?' I dream things that never were and ask, 'why not?'"NB: This quote is a paraphrase from a similar quote by G. B. Shaw.

When you write down your ideas you automatically focus your full attention on them. Few if any of us can read more

When you write down your ideas you automatically focus your full attention on them. Few if any of us can write one thought and think another at the same time. Thus a pencil and paper make excellent concentration tools.

Sometimes you have to let go to see if there was anything worth holding on to.

Sometimes you have to let go to see if there was anything worth holding on to.

The mind has exactly the same power as the hands; not merely to grasp the world, but to change it.

The mind has exactly the same power as the hands; not merely to grasp the world, but to change it.

I should have no objection to a repetition of the same life from its beginning, only asking the advantages authors read more

I should have no objection to a repetition of the same life from its beginning, only asking the advantages authors have in a second edition to correct some faults of the first.

The glory that goes with wealth is fleeting and fragile; virtue is a possession glorious and eternal.

The glory that goes with wealth is fleeting and fragile; virtue is a possession glorious and eternal.

Personality is born out of pain. It is the fire shut up in the flint. - Letters to His Son, read more

Personality is born out of pain. It is the fire shut up in the flint. - Letters to His Son, W. B. Yeats and Others.