He that rides his hobby gently must always give way to him that rides his hobby hard.

Society is a wave. The wave moves onward, but the water of which it is composed does not.

Talent finds its models, methods, and ends in society, exists for exhibition, and goes to the soul only for power to work. Genius is its own end, and draws its means and the style of its architecture from within.

It is the eye which makes the horizon.

So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, 'Thou must,' The youth whispers, 'I can.

Neither you nor the world knows what you can do until you have tried.

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