It all begins when the soul would have its way with you.

If a man can write a better book, preach a better sermon, or make a better mousetrap than his neighbor, though he build his house in the woods, the world will make a beaten path to his door.

The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

He is only rich who owns the day. There is no king, rich man, fairy, or demon who possesses such power as that.

The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck.

Nations have lost their old omnipotence; the patriotic tiedoes not hold. Nations are getting obsolete, we go and live where we will.

Commerce is a game of skill which everyone cannot play and few can play well.