There is no such thing as a "self-made" man. We are made up of thousands of others. Everyone who has ever done a kind deed for us, ;or spoken one word of encouragement to us, has entered into the make-up of our character and of our thoughts, as well as our success.

Man cannot be uplifted; he must be seduced into virtue.

When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. •John Muir Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed. •William Cowper No rest is worth anything except the rest that is earned. •Jean Paul Sundays, quiet islands on the tossing seas of life. •S. W. Duffield Rest is the sweet sauce of labor. •Plutarch I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy! •Louise A. Bogan A friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. •Walter Winchell One dog barks at something, the rest bark at him. •Chinese Proverb How beautiful is it to do nothing, and then rest afterward. •Proverb The voice of the intellect is a soft one, but it does not rest till it has gained a hearing.

We are made for larger ends than Earth can encompass. Oh, let us be true to our exalted destiny.

Every calamity is a spur and valuable hint.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. -Antoine de Saint-Exupery.

Some people hate waking up and getting out of bed. I enjoy it. I do it three or four times a day.

Ferryman ho! In the night so black Hark to the clank of iron; 'Tis heroes of the Yser, 'Tis sweethearts of glory, 'Tis lads who are unafraid! Ferryman ho!

The pitcher goes so often to the fountain .

All profoundly original art looks ugly at first.

To be really cosmopolitan a man must be at home even in his own country. - Thomas W. Higginson,

Theology is but our ideas of truth classified and arranged.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep.

Forgive thyself little, and others much.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the grace of Terpsichore, the memory of a Macaulay, the figure of Juno, and the hide of a rhinoceros.

Lend me thy pen To write a word In the moonlight. Pierrot, my friend! My candle's out, I've no more fire;-- For love of God Open thy door!

The nineteenth century planted the words which the twentieth century ripened into the atrocities of Stalin and Hitler. There is hardly an atrocity committed in the twentieth century that was not foreshadowed or even advocated by some noble man of words in the nineteenth.

Why care for grammar as long as we are good?

Every hero becomes a bore at last.