All human things do require to have an ideal in them; to have some soul in them.

The past is always attractive because it is drained of fear.

A man without a goal is like a ship without a rudder.

Great souls are always loyally submissive, reverent to what is over them: only small mean souls are otherwise.

Why multiply instances? It is written, the Heavens and the Earth shall fade away like a Vesture; which indeed they are: the Time-vesture of the Eternal. Whatsoever sensibly exists, whatsoever represents Spirit to Spirit, is properly a Clothing, a suit of Raiment, put on for a season, and to be laid off. Thus in this one pregnant subject of CLOTHES, rightly understood, is included all that men have thought, dreamed, done, and been: the whole External Universe and what it holds is but Clothing; and the essence of all Science lies in the PHILOSOPHY OF CLOTHES.

If Hero means sincere man, why may not every one of us be a Hero?

Imperfection clings to a person, and if they wait till they are brushed off entirely, they would spin for ever on their axis, advancing nowhere.