It is the around-the-corner brand of hope that prompts people to action, while the distant hope acts as an opiate.

What monstrosities would walk the streets were some people's faces as unfinished as their minds.

They who lack talent expect things to happen without effort. They ascribe failure to a lack of inspiration or ability, or to misfortune, rather than to insufficient application. At the core of every true talent there is an awareness of the difficulties inherent in any achievement, and the confidence that by persistence and patience something worthwhile will be realized. Thus talent is a species of vigor.

We all have private ails. The troublemakers are they who need public cures for their private ails.

The individual who has to justify his existence by his own efforts is in eternal bondage to himself.

To lose one's life is but to lose the present; and, clearly, to lose a defiled, worthless present is not to lose much.

It is a strange thing that both the injurer and the injured, the sinner and he who is sinned against, should find in the mass movement an escape from a blemished life.