There is really no insurmountable barrier save your own inherent weakness of purpose.

Whence, then, this worship of the past? The centuries are conspirators against the sanity and authority of the soul.

He who loves goodness harbors angels, reveres reverence, and lives with God.

Perpetual modernism is the measure of merit in every work of art.

As soon as there is life there is danger.

He who has acquired the ability, may wait securely the occasion of making it felt and appreciated, and know that it will not loiter.

Life is in short cycles or periods; we are quickly tired, but we have rapid rallies. A man is spent by his work, starved, prostrate; he will not lift his hand to save his life; he can never think more. He sinks into deep sleep and wakes with renewed youth, with hope, courage, fertile in resources, and keen for daring adventure.