Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety. Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in. Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This new day is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on the yesterdays.

One man pins me to the wall, while with another I walk among the stars

Teach that God is, not was; that He speaketh, not spake.

But do your work, and I shall know you. Do your work, and you shall reinforce yourself.

There is an optical illusion about every person we meet.

Every man is actually weak, and apparently strong. To himself, he seems weak; to others, formidable.

In all conversation between two persons, tacit reference is made, as to a third party, to a common nature. That third party or common nature is not social; it is impersonal; is God.