A nation is a thing that lives and acts like a man and men are the particles of which it is composed.

That which grows fast, withers as rapidly. That which grows slow, endures.

In the homes of America are born the children of America; and from them go out into American life, American men and women. They go out with the stamp of these homes upon them; and only as these homes are what they should be, will they be what they should be.

The choicest thing this world has for a man is affection.

Idleness is the sepulchre of a living man.

Music was a thing of the soul — a rose-lipped shell that murmured of the eternal sea — a strange bird singing the songs of another shore.

There is no royal road to anything. One thing at a time, all things in succession. That which grows fast, withers as rapidly. That which grows slowly, endures.