Clever men are good, but they are not the best.
For suffering and enduring there is no remedy, but striving and doing.
Trust not the heart of that man for whom old clothes are not venerable.
All true work is sacred.
All human things do require to have an ideal in them; to have some soul in them.
We call that fire of the black thunder-cloud "electricity," and lecture learnedly about it, and grind the like of it out of glass and silk: but what is it? What made it? Whence comes it? Whither goes it?