Our intention creates our reality.

The stream of Time, which is continually washing the dissoluble fabrics of other poets, passes without injury by the adamant of Shakespeare.

What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.

The will to win is important, but the will to prepare is vital.

Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion.

It was not dogma that moved the world, but life. Frequently, when rival parties and rival nations fought with one another as to which of two opposed dogmas was the truth, they had been arrayed against one another by more deep-seated and vital causes, and merely inscribed at the last the dogmas on their standards or chose them as watchwords or symbols. We are tired of those elaborate discussions of the fine, wire-drawn, subtle distinctions between sects, and those elaborate discussions of the principles involved in heresies, and we desire to see the real differences in life and conduct receive more attention.

There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kills.

From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives forever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.

The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life, or of the work, and if it take the second must refuse a heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.

If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing. -Marc Chagall.

For me, hard work represents the supreme luxury of life.

Apt Alliteration's artful aid.

The facts of the present won't sit still for a portrait. They are constantly vibrating, full of clutter and confusion.

Democracy is the form of government that gives every man the right to be his own oppressor.

Where Andes, giant of the western star, With meteor standard to the winds unfurl'd.

When you judge another, you do not define them, you define yourself.

. . . Philologists, who chase A painting syllable through time and space Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark, To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's Ark.

As they who make Good luck a god count all unlucky men.

The man who ain't got an enemy is really poor.

Certainly the best works, and of greatest merit for the public, have proceeded from the unmarried, or childless men.