A parent, unlike a poet, is not born - he is made.

One only "right" we have to assert in common with mankind--and that is as much in our hands as theirs--is the right of having something to do.

genius is original, unique; and in whatever form it may develop itself is the greatest gift that can be given to man, the strongest known link between the material life we have and the spiritual life that we can only guess at. Every great poet, painter, or musician - every inventor or man of science, every fine actor or orator, comes to us as the exponent of something diviner than we know. We cannot understand it, but we feel it, and acknowledge it.

the worst times come to an end if you can only wait long enough.

Why cannot one always do, not only the right thing, but at the right time?

It is not work that kills, but "worry."

We are all of us very perfect creatures so long as we are not tried.