1
Let my soul become enlarged; I am not enough; I am little and contemptible.
The complete collection
Let my soul become enlarged; I am not enough; I am little and contemptible.
Great distance in either time or space has wonderful power to lull and render quiescent the human mind.
The soul has wants which must be satisfied; and whatever pains be taken to divert it from itself, it soon grows weary, restless, and disquieted amidst the enjoyments of sense.
It is because it is so much easier to shirk in civilization that it is difficult to get a standard of what your average man can do.
The brain can be trained, as the hand and eye can be trained; it can be made as obedient as a sporting dog, and by similar methods.
It is the monotony of his own nature that makes a man find solitude intolerable.
Ordinary people are sociable and complaisant just from the very opposite feeling;--to bear others' company is easier for them than to bear their own.
The truth is, that our nature is essentially restless in its character: we very soon get tired of having nothing to do; it is intolerable boredom.
But godliness with contentment is great gain.
Without diversion no joy, with diversion no sadness.
all the misfortunes of men arise from one thing only, that they are unable to stay quietly in their own chamber
From the time that I can remember anything, almost every day of my life had been occupied in some kind of labour; though I think I would now be a more useful man if I had had time for sports.
Every man hath two birth-days: two days, at least, in every year, which set him upon revolving the lapse of time, as it affects his mortal duration.
In that category before anything else comes old age, to which all wish to attain, and at which all grumble when attained.
So I ask you today: How many ghosts are going to be around your bed when your time comes?
You’ll never see a U-haul behind a hearse.
Keep by every means what is your own; do not desire what belongs to others.
See that you do nothing like a sheep; but if you do, in this case also the man is lost.
Sometimes we fail to hear or heed these voices of freedom because to us the privilege of our freedom is such an old, old story.
We find the fullness of life not only in options, but in commitments.
Nothing is more hidden from us than the illusion which lives with us day by day, and our greatest illusion is to believe that we are what we think ourselves to be.
If he is perplexed, unhappy, restless, or wretched, let him look to himself, for there and nowhere else is the source of all his trouble.
To the sane and free it will hardly seem necessary to cross the continent in search of wild beauty, however easy the way, for they find it in abundance wherever they chance to be.
Ask yourself whether you are happy, and you cease to be so.
Between subjection to the will of others and the virtues of self-help and self-government there is a natural incompatibility.
© 2026 Just Brands, LLC