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.

What seems to us but dim funeral tapers may be heaven's distant lamps.

Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied.

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.

That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year.

How like they are to human things!