No man can be ideally successful until he has found his place. Like a locomotive he is strong on the track, but weak anywhere else.

Opportunity always looks bigger going than coming.

There is no medicine like hope.

The mill cannot grind with the water that has passed.

The glow of satisfaction which follows the consciousness of doing our level best never comes to a human being from any other experience.

Life is not mean, it is grand; if it is mean to any, he or she makes it so. God made it glorious. It is paved with diamonds; its banks he fringed with flowers. He overarched it with stars. Around it He spread the glory of the physical universe-suns, moon, worlds, constellations, systems-all that is magnificent in motion, sublime in magnitude, and grand in order and obedience. God would not have attended life with this broad march of grandeur if it did not mean something.

Something greater than wealth, grander even than fame — that manhood, character, stand for success, and that nothing else really does.