I have an unshakable belief that mankind’s higher nature is on the whole still dormant. The greatest souls reveal excellencies of mind and heart which their lesser fellows possess-hidden, it is true, but there all the same.

To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.

Great poetry needs no interpreter other than a responsive heart.

A beam from the everlasting sun of God.Rude and unresponsive are the stones;Yet in them divine things lie concealed;I hear their imprisoned chant:–“We are fragments of the universe,Chips of the rock whereon God laid the foundation of the world:.

[Tolerance] is the greatest gift of the mind it requires the same effort of the brain that it takes to balance oneself on a bicycle.

Discouraged not by difficulties without or the anguish of ages within the heart listens to a secret voice that whispers: 'Be not dismayed in the future lies the Promised Land.'.