Live, let live, and help live
The best lightning rod for your protection is your own spine.
Sculpture and painting have the effect of teaching us manners and abolishing hurry.
Nothing is more simple than greatness; indeed, to be simple is to be great.
The stupidity of men always invites the insolence of power.
We are prisoners of ideas.
All successful men have agreed in one thing – they were causationists. They believed that things went not by luck, but by law; that there was not a weak or a cracked link in the chain that joins the first and last of things.
Failure is an important part of your growth and developing resilience. Don’t be afraid to fail.
Croesus said to Cambyses; That peace was better than war; because in peace the sons did bury their fathers, but in wars the fathers did bury their sons.
Already know you that which you need.
Technique is noticed most markedly in the case of those who have not mastered it.
We are symbols, and inhabit symbols.
I never could keep a promise. I do not blame myself for this weakness, because the fault must lie in my physical organization. It is likely that such a very liberal amount of space was given to the organ which enables me to make promises that the organ which should enable me to keep them was crowded out. But I grieve not. I like no half-way things. I had rather have one faculty nobly developed than two faculties of mere ordinary capacity.
It is a good thing for an uneducated man to read books of quotations. Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations is an admirable work, and I studied it intently. The quotations when engraved upon the memory give you good thoughts. They also make you anxious to read the authors and look for more.
Trust yourself. You’ve survived a lot, and you’ll survive whatever is coming.
Youth is wasted on the young.
Most of the shadows of life are caused by standing in our own sunshine.
I suppose every old scholar has had the experience of reading something in a book which was significant to him, but which he could never find again. Sure he is that he read it there, but no one else ever read it, nor can he find it again, though he buy the book and ransack every page.
Life is not long, and too much of it must not pass in idle deliberation how it shall be spent.
The public is a ferocious beast; one must either chain it or flee from it.
He tosses aside his paint-pots and his words a foot and a half long.
He who would be a man must therefore be a non-conformist.
