Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.

The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.

Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act -- act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead.

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

The highest exercise of imagination is not to devise what has no existence, but rather to perceive what really exists, though unseen by the outward eye-not creation, but insight.

For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.

Every man must patiently bide his time. He must wait -- not in listless idleness but in constant, steady, cheerful endeavors, always willing and fulfilling and accomplishing his task, that when the occasion comes he may be equal to the occasion.