As one lamp lights another, nor grows less,So nobleness enkindleth nobleness.

Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us.

Things always seem fairer when we look back at them, and it is out of that inaccessible tower of the past that Longing leans and beckons.

Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote.

No man is born into the world whose work is not born with him. There is always work, and tools to work with, for those who will, and blessed are the horny hands of toil. The busy world shoves angrily aside the man who stands with arms akimbo until occasion tells him what to do; and he who waits to have his task marked out shall die and leave his errand unfulfilled.

The victory's in believing.

All thoughts that mold the age begin deep down within the primitive soul.