Generations are as the days of toilsome mankind; death and birth are the vesper and the matin bells that summon mankind to sleep and to rise refreshed for new advancement. What the father has made, the son can make and enjoy; but has also work of his own appointed him. Thus all things wax and roll onwards: arts, establishments, opinions, nothing is ever completed, but ever completing.

A thought once awakened does not again slumber.

Over the times thou hast no power. . . . Solely over one man thou hast quite absolute power. Him redeem and make honest.

No great man lives in vain. The history of the world is but the biography of great men.

Show me the man you honor; I know by that symptom, better than by any other, what kind of man you yourself are. For you show me there what your ideal of manhood is; what kind of man you long inexpressibly to be.

One is hardly sensible of fatigue while he marches to music.

Everywhere in life, the true question is not what we gain, but what we do.