Onehour of thoughtful solitude may nerve the heart for days of conflict girdingup its armor to meet the most insidious foe.

Knowlege is two-fold, and consists not only an affirmation of what is true, but in the negation of that which is faise

Conflictis the gadfly of thought. It stirs us to observation and memory. Itinstigates to invention. It shocks us out of sheeplikepassivity, and sets us at noting and contriving.

No one is rich enough to do without neighbour.

Every man is wanted; and no man is wanted much.

Faith is continuation of reason.

Thegalleries are full of critics. They play no ball, they fight no fights. Theymake no mistakes because they attempt nothing. Down in the arena are thedoers. They make mistakes because they try many things. The man who makes nomistakes lacks boldness and

Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it.

Life, Like a child, laughs shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

Myinterest is in the future because I'm going to be spending the rest of mylife there.

He that is unkind to his own will not be kind to others.

Thetruth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feelingdeeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in suchmoments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of ourruts and start searching for di