Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.
Early morning cheerfulness can be extremely obnoxious.
Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently. For in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.
The first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: Decide what you want.
For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others.
Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
It is easier to exclude harmful passions than to rule them, and to deny them admittance than to control them after they have been admitted.