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

“The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.”

“Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all.”

“The great thing in this world, is not so much where we are, but in which direction we are moving.”

“Men do not quit playing because they grow old; they grow old because they quit playing.”

“The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce.”

“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!”