The eye of prudence may never shut.

The fatal trait of the times is the divorce between religion and morality.

The greatest gift is a portion of thyself.

We don't grow old. When we cease to grow, we become old.

'Tis a short sight to limit our faith in laws to those of gravity, of chemistry, of botany, and so forth. Those laws do not stop where our eyes lose them, but push the same geometry and chemistry up into the invisible plane of social and rational life, so that, look where we will, in a boy's game, or in the strifes of races, a perfect reaction, a perpetual judgment keeps watch and ward.

Concentration is the secret of srength.

As to methods, there may be a million and then some, but principles are few. The man who grasps principles can successfully select his own methods.