The influence of the senses have in men overpowered the thought to the degree that the walls of time and space have come to look solid, real and insurmountable. .. Yet time and space are but inverse measures of the power of the mind. Man is capable of abolishing them both.

The good rain, like a bad preacher, does not know when to leave off.

As soon as there is life there is danger.

A cheerful intelligent face is the end of culture, and success enough. For it indicates the purpose of Nature and wisdom attained.

If we encounter a man of rare intellect, we should ask him what books he reads.

Man is physical as well as metaphysical, a thing of shreds and patches, borrowed unequally from good and bad ancestors, and a misfit from the start.

There is really no insurmountable barrier save your own inherent weakness of purpose.