Those who do not know how to live must make a merit of dying.
This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.
There is the eternal war between those who are in the world for what they can get out of it and those who are in the world to make it a better place for everybody to live in.
There is no subject on which more dangerous nonsense is talked and thought than marriage.
There is no love sincerer than the love of food.
There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart’s desire. The other is to get it.
There are no secrets except the secrets that keep themselves.
There are no secrets better kept than the secrets everybody guesses.
There are no perfectly honorable men; but every true man has one main point of honor and a few minor ones.
The word morality, if we met it in the Bible, would surprise us as much as the word telephone or motor car.
The unconscious self is the real genius. Your breathing goes wrong the moment your conscious self meddles with it.
The true artist will let his wife starve, his children go barefoot, his mother drudge for his living at seventy, sooner than work at anything but his art.
