It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

To avoid an occasion for our virtues is a worse degree of failure than to push forward pluckily and make a fall.

Well, well, Henry James is pretty good, though he is of the nineteenth century, and that glaringly.

Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I lay me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be: Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.

Life is not a matter of holding good cards

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

Do not measure success by today's harvest. Measure success by the seeds you plant today.