There is something magnificent in having a country to love.
No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself.
True scholarship consists in knowing not what things exist, but what they mean; it is not memory but judgment.
Not failure, but low aim, is crime.
Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can’t write, can surely review.
Talent is that which is in a man’s power; genius is that in whose power a man is.
And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.
Children are God’s Apostles, sent forth, day by day, to preach of love, and hope, and peace.
Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof; it is temporary expedient, often wise in party politics, almost sure to be unwise in statesmanship.
The better part of every man’s education is that which he gives himself.
The devil loves nothing better than the intolerance of reformers.
There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.
Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.
Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but the making something out of it after it is found.
In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade’s no easier to make than an oak.
Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof.
It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of man is tested.
The eye is the notebook of the poet.
The only conclusive evidence of a man’s sincerity is that he gives himself for a principle. Words, money, all things else, are comparatively easy to give away; but when a man makes a gift of his daily life and practice, it is plain that the truth, whatever it may be, has taken possession of him.
These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, Each softly lucent as a rounded moon; The diver Omar plucked them from their bed, Fitzgerald strung them on an English thread.