We shall not cease from mental fight, nor shall our sword sleep in our hand — but the enemy we must overcome is not without, it is the lethargy within us that mistakes comfort for peace and habit for wisdom.

The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them. Yet we congratulate ourselves on our literacy as though the alphabet were a virtue rather than a tool.

We accept the verdict of the past until the need for change cries out loudly enough to force upon us a choice between the comforts of inertia and the irksomeness of action.