Oblivion is full of people who allow the opinions of others to overrule their belief in themselves.

So, lively brisk old fellow, don't let age get you down. White hairs or not, you can still be a lover.

There is but one poetry,--true poetry.

Man is made by his belief. As he believes, so he is.

To be loved for what one is, that is the greatest exception. The great majority love in others only what they lend him; their own selves, their version of him.

The way you see people is the way you treat them, and the way you treat them is what they become.

Against criticism a man can neither protest nor defend himself; he must act in spite of it, and then it will gradually yield to him.