We often wonder that certain men and women are left by God to the commission of sins that shock us. We wonder how, under the temptation of a single hour, they fall from the very heights of virtue and of honor into sin and shame. The fact is that there are no such falls as these, or there are next to none. These men and women are those who have dallied with temptation--have exposed themselves to the influence of it, and have been weakened and corrupted by it.

Many men and women spend their lives in unsuccessful attempts to spin the flax God sends them upon a wheel they can never use.

We live in the future. Even the happiness of the present is made up mostly of that delightful discontent which the hope of better things inspires.

Ideals are the world's masters.

Poet, forger of ideals, dreamer among the possibilities of life, prophet of the millenium, do you get impatient with the prosaic life around you -- the dulness, and the earthliness, and the brutishness of men? Fret not. Go forward into the realm which stretches before you; climb the highest mountain you can reach, and plant a cross there. The nations will come up to it some day. Work for immortality if you will; then wait for it. If your own age fail to recognize you, a coming age will not.

Work for immortality if you will: then wait for it.

There is no great achievement that is not the result of patient working and waiting.