“A human life, I think, should be well rooted in some spot of native land, where it may get the love of tender kinship for the face of the earth, for the labours of men go forth to, for the sounds and accents that haunt it, for whatever will give that early home a familiar unmistakable difference among the future widening of knowledge: a spot where the definiteness of early memories may be inwrought with affection, and kindly acquaintance with all neighbors, even to the dogs and donkeys, may spread not by sentimental effort and reflection, but as a sweet habit of the blood.”

“Our hearts where they rocked our cradle,Our love where we spent our toil,And our faith, and our hope, and our honor,We pledge to our native soil.God gave all men all earth to love,But since our hearts are small,Ordained for each one spot should proveBeloved over all.”

“A person should set his goals as early as he can and devote all his energy and talent to getting there. With enough effort, he may achieve it. Or he may find something that is even more rewarding. But in the end, no matter what the outcome, he will know he has been alive.”

“A reputation once broken may possibly be repaired, but the world will always keep their eyes on the spot where the crack was.”

“A habit of solitude in early childhood is not easily broken. Indeed, it may prove lifelong.”

“i carry a message that i can not read.the words may be haunting ,or tender or sweet.though what it says,i don not know.i still carry it with me ,where ever i go.”