Genius is the service of the whole race, as the normal intellect is the service of the individual.
The proportion of genius to the vulgar, is like one to a million. To compare useful people with geniuses, is to compare brick with diamond.
Every man has a genius for something, a native ability which needs only some development to make its prossessor successful, perhaps distinguished.
Every one excels in something in which others fail.
Genius consists in an exagggerated development of one faculty at the expense of others.
Every man who observes vigilanty and resolves steadfastly, grows unconsciously into genius.
How many a rustic Minton has passed by, stifling the speechless longings of his heart, to mold a pin or fabricate a nail.
Genius runs smoothly, it is the baser melat of the world that makes the noise.
The noiseless foot of time steals by, and ere we dream of manhood, age is nigh.
LIttle fly, your life is but a summer, mine is no more, though repeated to three score. Three score summers when they are gone, will appear as short as one.
People who perish suddenly escape the horrow of noticing themselves wear out gradually.
It is a bore to be past seventy, for you are then left for almost immediate execution.
Old age itself is a disease, and one from which there is no recovery.
Age makes many a man white, but not better.
No one need regret old age, if he has left his work well done behind him.
I shall grow old but never lose life’s zest, because the road’s last turning will be the best.
Beautiful is peace! But war too, has its mission, the promoter as it is, of the destiny of man.
At the present stage of our moral development, perpetual peace is a mere dream.
Peace with imposition and tyrany, may profitably exchanged for war.
A peace at-any price policy, inevitably brings stagnation and invites disaster.
«I love peace, but not peace at any price.» Still in thy right hand carry peace.
Peace rules the day where reason rules the mind.
Ah! Where shall all men’s good be each man’s rule, and universal peace lie like a shaft of light across the land?
Life is a succession of lessons that must be lived to be understood.
We make life what it is by our attitude toward it.
All lifes are beautiful in which the sovereign thought has been for others.
Queen of Romania
Are we not spirits, shaped into a body, into an appearance and that fade away again into air and invisibility? We start out of nothing, take figure and are apparitions.
Our own existence is a mystery forever beyond our comprehension.
It is worth everything to face life with the right outlook. Our view of life moulds our life.
Man may make life what he pleases, and give it as much worth both for himself and others as he has energy for. Over his moral and intellectual being his sway is complete.
Life must be lived on a higher plane, there the whole aspect of things change.
Life nobly, how long or short permit to heaven.
What is life? – A passing bubble on the rapid stream of time, — a fleeting shadow on the shifting scenes of earth.
Did you ever stop to think
That this life is just a wink,
And that soon you will be charged up to the past?
So be merry just today
For tomorrow has its way;
It may end the resolutions just began.
Love works a different way in different minds, the foolenlightens and the wise he blinds.
In love we become magnificent. A man can be so changed and enobled by love, as to be unrecognizable as the same person.
The maiden imagines the sicerity behind the love-lit face, — what is she to believe in if not in this vision woven from within?
The final purpose of love and courtship is more important than all the other aims of life, for it is the initiative by which the new generation presses on into existence.
In love, we are directly under the sway of nature; our usual prudence and selfinterest forsake us, free-will is subordinated, and, for the time being, the subconscious wil leads and commands us.