The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever!... What at such a time are histories, chronologies, traditions, and all written revelations? The brooks sing carols and glees to the spring.

In my short experience of human life, the outward obstacles, if there were any such, have not been living men, but the institutions of the dead.

The greater number of men are merely corporals.

I am awaked almost every night by the panting of the locomotive. It interrupts my dreams. There is no sabbath.

In the long run, men hit only what they aim at. Therefore, they had better aim at something high.

It is not enough that our life is an easy one. We must live on the stretch, retiring to our rest like soldiers on the eve of a battle, looking forward to the strenuous sortie of the morrow.

A fact may blossom into a truth.