Each man has an aptitude born with him. Do your work.

The vanishing, volatile froth of the present which any shadow will alter, any thought blow away, any event annihilate, is every moment converted into the adamantine.

The charm of fine manners is music and sculpture and picture to many who do not pretend to appreciation of these arts.

Beware of too much good staying in your hand. It will fast corrupt and worm worms. Pay it away quickly in some sort.

Why should I hasten to solve every riddle which life offers me? I am well assured that the Questioner, who brings me so many problems, will bring me the answers also, in due time.

Line in Nature is not found; Unit and Universe are round.

Nature hates calculators.