Talent has the four seasons: spring, that is to say, the sowing of the seeds; summer, growth; autumn, the harvest; winter, intellectual death. But there is now and then a genius who has no winter, and, no matter how many years he may live, on the blossom of his thought no snow falls. Genius has the climate of perpetual growth.

There is more real devotional feeling summoned from the temple of the mind by great music than by any sermon ever delivered.

This, in my judgment, is the highest philosophy: First, do not regret having lost yesterday; second, do not fear that you will lose tomorrow; third, enjoy today.

As we become civilized we are governed less by persons and more by principles. . . . The best of all leaders is the man who teaches people to lead themselves.

The church teaches us that we can make God happy by being miserable ourselves.

Lincoln was not a type. He stands alone - no ancestors, no fellows, no successors.

He loves his country best who strives to make it best.