Limitation of aims is the mother of wisdom and the secret of achievement.

Some books seem to have been written, not to teach us anything, but to let us know that the author has known something.

The assault of our enemies is not part of our life; it is only part of our experience; we throw it off and guard ourselves against it as against frost, storm, rain, hail, or any other of the external evils which may be expected to happen.

Rash combat oft immortalizes man; if he should fall, he is renowned in song; but after-ages reckon not the ceaseless tears which the forsaken woman sheds. Poets tell us not of the many nights consumed in weeping, or of the dreary days wherein her anguished soul vainly yearns to call her loved one back.

I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate.

One that does not think to highly of himself is more than he thinks.

Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping, and watching for the morrow,- He knows you not, ye heavenly Powers.