Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.

The day is for mistake and error, sequence of time for success and carrying out. The one who anticipates is master of the day.

Sameness leaves us in peace but it is contradiction that makes us productive.

There is no permanence in doubt; it incites the mind to closer inquiry and experiment, from which, if rightly managed, certainty proceeds, and in this alone can man find thorough satisfaction.

Do the duty which lies nearest to thee.

Shakespeare is a great psychologist, and whatever can be known of the heart of man may be found in his plays.

God could cause us considerable embarrassment by revealing all the secrets of nature to us: we should not know what to do for sheer apathy and boredom.