As a man thinketh, so is he, and as a man chooseth, so is he.

The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.

Life is a series of surprises and would not be worth taking or keeping if it were not.

Genius has infused itself into nature. It indicates itself by a small excess of good, a small balance in brute facts always favorable to the side of reason.

We mark with light in the memory the few interviews we have had with souls that made our souls wiser, that spoke what we thought, that told us what we knew, that gave us leave to be what we inly are.

To believe in luck ... is skepticism.

Every man I meet is in some way my superior...