The mind sees the world as a thing apart, And the soul makes the world at one with itself. A mirror scratched reflects no image— And this is the silence of wisdom.

Beware of the man who rises to power from one suspender.

Immortality is not a gift, Immortality is an achievement; And only those who strive mightily Shall possess it.

This is a man with an old face, always old... There was pathos, in his face, and in his eyes. The early weariness; and sometimes tears in his eyes, Which he let slip unconsciously on his cheek, Or brushed away with an unconcerned hand. There were tears for human suffering, or for a glance Into the vast futility of life, Which he had seen from the first, being old When he was born.

the much-sought prize of eternal youth Is just arrested growth.

How shall the soul of a man be larger than the life he has lived?

Work for your own soul's sake.