He who has no vision of eternity has no hold on time.
Acorns are planted silently by some unnoticed breeze.
He that works and does some Poem, not he that merely says one, is worthy of the name of Poet.
Men do less than they ought, unless they do all they can.
The wise man is but a clever infant, spelling letters from a hieroglyphical prophetic book, the lexicon of which lies in eternity.
Talk that does not end in any kind of action is better suppressed altogether.