The books we read should be chosen with great care, that they may be, as an Egyptian king wrote over his library,’The medicines of the soul.

Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked.

It’s faith in something and enthusiasm for something that makes a life worth living.

A moment’s insight is sometimes worth a life’s experience.

A man’s mind is stretched by a new idea or sensation, and never shrinks back to its former dimensions.

I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving – we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it – but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.

Yet in opinions look not always back,--Your wake is nothing, mind the coming track;Leave what you've done for what you have to do;Don't be "consistent," but be simply true.

Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Shun such as lounge through afternoons and eves,And on thy dial write, "Beware of thieves!"Felon of minutes, never taught to feelThe worth of treasures which thy fingers steal,Pick my left pocket of its silver dime,But spare the right,--it holds my golden time!

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.