I finally concluded that all failure was from a wobbling will rather than a wobbling wheel.

We must choose. Be a child of the past with all its crudities and imperfections, its failures and defeats, or a child of the future, the future of symmetry and ultimate success.

Please do not take counsel of women who are so prejudiced that, as I once heard said, they would not allow a male grasshopper to chirp on their lawn; but out of your own great heart, refuse to set an example to such folly.

The world is wide, and I will not waste my life in friction when it could be turned into momentum.

She who succeeds in gaining the mastery of the bicycle will gain the mastery of life.

In externals we advance with lightening express speed, in modes of thought and sympathy we lumber on in stage-coach fashion.

If I am asked to explain why I learned the bicycle I should say I did it as an act of grace, if not of actual religion.