Every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving.
I want to know all God's thoughts.
I hate all the loathsome nonsense that goes with patriotism.
The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind.
Between the difficulties, one hides the opportunity
We sleep 1/3 of our lives away.