Ritual will always mean throwing away something: destroying our corn or wine upon the altar of our gods.

Being ''contented'' ought to mean in English, as it does in French, being pleased. Being content with an attic ought not to mean being unable to move from it and resigned to living in it; it ought to mean appreciating all there is in such a position.

True contentment is a thing as active as agriculture. It is the power of getting out of any situation all that there is in it. It is arduous and it is rare.

A yawn is a silent shout.

Their is a road from the eye to heart that does not go through the intellect.

Happiness is a mystery, like religion, and should never be rationalized.

An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.

People generally quarrel because they cannot argue.

If prosperity is regarded as the reward of virtue it will be regarded as the symptom of virtue.

There are many definite methods, honest and dishonest, which make people rich; the only ''instinct'' I know of which does it is that instinct which theological Christianity crudely describes as ''the sin of avarice.''