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

• Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons, and you will find that it is to the soul what the water bath is to the body.
• Death tugs at my ear and says: "Live, I am coming."
• Taxes are the price we pay for civilization.
• Beware how you take away hope from another human being.
• Greatness is not in were we stand, but in what direction we are moving. We must sail sometimes with the wind, and somtimes agaisnt it - but sail we must. And not drift, nor lie at anchor.
• Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.
• What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
• A thought is often original, though you have uttered it a hundred times.
• The right to be heard does not automatically include the right to be taken seriously.
• There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.