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.

The secret of man's success resides in his insight into the moods of people, and his tact in dealing with them.

The soul, like the body, lives by what it feeds on.

It is not a question how much a man knows, but what use he can make of what he knows.

God gives every bird its food, but He does not throw it into its nest.

Preceptive wisdom that has not been vivified by life has in itself no affinity for life.

Work and wait, work and wait is what God says to us in creation.