True scholarship consists in knowing not what things exist, but what they mean; it is not memory but judgment.
Who’s not sat tense before his own heart’s curtain.
Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not.
A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.
In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade’s no easier to make than an oak.
The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.
The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.
Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.