These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world.

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

Man is endogenous, and education is his unfolding. The aid we have from others is mechanical, compared with the discoveries of nature in us. What is thus learned is delightful in the doing, and the effect remains.

Every noble activity makes room for itself.

Behind every individual closes organization; before him opens liberty,--the Better, the Best. The first and worse races are dead.The second and imperfect races are dying out, or remain for the maturing of the higher. In the latest race, in man, every generosity, every new perception, the love and praise he extorts from his fellows, are certificates of advance out of fate into freedom.

Of cheerfulness, or a good temper - the more it is spent, the more of it remains.

In a world of infinite choice people are struggling to figure out what to do.