I feel the same truth how often in my trivial conversation with my neighbours, that somewhat higher in each of us overlooks this by-play, and Jove nods to Jove from behind each of us.
The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.
Where there is no vision a people perish.
Who hears me, who understands me, becomes mine, a possession for all time.
He that despiseth small things will perish by little and little.
Our friends early appear to us as representatives of certain ideas, which they never pass or exceed. They stand on the brink of the ocean of thought and power, but they never take a single step that would bring them there.