Genius unexerted is no more genius than a bushel of acorns is a forest of oaks.

At the bottom of every leaf-stem is a cradle, and in it is an infant germ; the winds will rock it, the birds will sing to it all summer long, but the next season it will unfold and go alone.

The prouder a man is, the more he thinks he deserves, and the more he thinks he deserves, the less he really does deserve.

It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stoney street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the iron fence, the radiant dandelion, shining in the grass, like a spark dropped from the sun.

The great men of earth are the shadow men, who, having lived and died, now live again and forever through their undying thoughts. Thus living, though their footfalls are heard no more, their voices are louder than the thunder, and unceasing as the flow of tides or air.

No man is such a conqueror, as the one that has defeated himself.

Love is ownership. We own whom we love. The universe is God's because He loves.