The hammer and the anvil are the two hemispheres of every true reformer's character.

Ideals are the world's masters.

The temple of art is built in words.

Character lives in a man, reputation outside of him.

There is nothing more precious to a man than his will; there is nothing which he relinquishes with so much reluctance.

And when, in the evening of life, the golden clouds rest sweetly and invitingly upon the golden mountains, and the light of heaven streams down through the gathering mists of death, I wish you a peaceful and abundant entrance into that world of blessedness, where the great riddle of life will be unfolded to you in the quick consciousness of a soul redeemed and purified.

A mind grows by what it feeds on.