The true ideal is not opposed to the real but lies in it; and blessed are the eyes that find it.

He gives only the worthless gold who gives from a sense of duty.

To be young is surely the best, if the most precarious, gift of life.

Fate loves the fearless.

That love for one, from which there doth not spring Wide love for all, is but a worthless thing.

It is the rooted instinct in men to admire what is better and more beautiful than themselves.

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.