The power which resides in man is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried.
Grow angry slowly there's plenty of time.
The mind does not create what it perceives, any more than the eye creates the rose.
Who you are is speaking so loudly that I can't hear what you're saying.
Talent finds its models, methods, and ends in society, exists for exhibition, and goes to the soul only for power to work. Genius is its own end, and draws its means and the style of its architecture from within.
He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it possesses.
A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.
The god of victory is said to be one-handed, but peace gives victory on both sides.
The method of nature: who could ever analyze it?
Is the parent better than the child into whom he has cast his ripened being Whence, then, this worship of the past.
It is the eye which makes the horizon.
There is a tendency for things to right themselves.
All the great speakers were bad speakers at first.
A man's growth is seen in the successive choirs of his friends.
There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.
Nothing astonishes men so much as common sense and plain dealing.
Each man has his own vocation his talent is his call. There is one direction in which all space is open to him.
In the matter of religion, people eagerly fasten their eyes on the difference between their own creed and yours whilst the charm of the study is in finding the agreements and identities in all the religions of humanity
There is no strong performance without a little fanaticism in the performer.
Common sense is as rare as genius, - is the basis of genius
If thou fill thy brain with Boston and New York, with fashion and covetousness, and wilt stimulate thy jaded senses with wine and French coffee, thou shalt find no radiance of wisdom in the lonely waste of the pinewoods
A sect or a party is an elegant incognito, devised to save a man from the vexation of thinking.
We talk of choosing our friends, but friends are self-elected.
Beauty rests on necessities.
Judge of your natural character by what you do in your dreams.
Language is fossil poetry.
He who loves goodness harbors angels, reveres reverence, And lives with God.
Strong men greet war, tempest, hard times. They wish, as Pindar said, to tread the floors of hell, with necessities as hard as iron.
But God said;
I will have a purer gift,
There is smoke in the flame;
New flowerets bring, new prayers uplift,
And love without a name.
Men talk as if victory were something fortunate. Work is victory.
Virgil - Shel Silverstein - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Aeschylus - Thomas Moore - Robert Burns - Omar Khayyam - Jorge Luis Borges - Euripides - Alcaeus