Money was their God; work their religion.

there was nothing in the whole world so dreadful as the power of riches wrongly used.

Nature always levies her tribute.

I write as the birds sing, because I must, and usually from the same source of inspiration.

Sometimes it seems to me that the more we get hurt in this world the decenter it makes us.

Be sure that you are right; and then go ahead.

What you are lies with you. If you are lazy, and accept your lot, you may live in it. If you are willing to work, you can write your name anywhere you choose, among the only ones who live beyond the grave in this world, the people who write books that help, make exquisite music, carve statues, paint pictures, and work for others. Never mind the calico dress, and the coarse shoes. Work at you books, and before long you will hear yesterday's tormentors boasting that they were once classmates of yours.