The sinew and heart of man seem to be drawn out, and we are become timorous desponding whimperers. We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other.

A man of thought must feel the thought that is parent of the universe: that the masses of nature do undulate and flow.

Fear is cruel and mean.

A man's action is only a poicture book of his creed.

It has been the office of art to educate the perception of beauty. We are immersed in beauty but our eyes have no clear vision.

Not gold, but only man can make a people great and strong; men who, for truth and honor's sake, stand fast and suffer long.

Sincerity is the highest complement you can pay