The greatest benefit we owe to the artist, whether painter, poet, or novelist, is the extension of our sympathies.

We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.

Our thoughts are often worse than we are.

Education was almost entirely a matter of luck — usually of ill-luck — in those distant days.

What is opportunity to the man who cant use it?

I think there are stores laid up in our human nature that our understandings can make no complete inventory of.

It is never too late, no matter how old you get because anytime or any point in your life you can always have a chance to make a difference. You can always make a change for the better no matter what background you derived from. You can always do your best and be all that you can be because you will always be uniquely you. It is why it is always wise to listen to your eternal heart, your eternal instincts, and what it had always strove for and/or to do because really anybody can make a difference not only in their own lives but in the lives of others. It is never too late to shine; never.