Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.

No man is so poor as that. As well might the mountain streamlets say they have nothing worth giving to the sea, because they are not rivers. Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.

Chill air and wintry winds! My ear has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long.

Into each life some rain must fall.

The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

I love an author the more for having been himself a lover of books.