Other men are lenses through which we read our own minds. Each man seeks those of different quality from his own, and such as are good of their kind; that is, he seeks other men, and the rest.

No hope so bright but is the beginning of its own fulfilment.

What forests of laurel we bring, and the tears of mankind, to those who stood firm against the opinion of their contemporaries!

A man's style is his mind's voice. Wooden minds, wooden voices.

Say thank you! I want to hear you say it now. Out loud. 'Thank you.' You're saying thank you because your faith is so strong that you don't doubt that whatever the problem, you'll get through it. You're saying thank you because you know that even in the eye of the storm, God has put a rainbow in the clouds. You're saying thank you because you know there's no problem created that can compare to the Creator of all things. Say thank you!

Under every deep a lower deep opens.

Accept your genius and say what you think.