Idleness Is The Sepulchre Of A Living

Every Man Who Can Be A First-rate Something -- As Every Man Can Be Who Is A Man At All -- Has No Right To Be A Fifth-rate Something; For A Fifth-rate Something Is Not Better Than A First-rate Nothing.

It Is Not A Question How Much A Man Knows, But What Use He Can Make Of What He Knows.

Nothing So Obstinately Stands In The Way Of All Sorts Of Progress As Pride Of Opinion. While Nothing Is So Foolish And Baseless.

My God! I Thank Thee For The Bath Of Sleep, That Wraps In Balm My Weary Heart And Brain, And Drowns Within Its Waters Still And Deep My Sorrow And My Pain. I Thank Thee For My Dreams, Which Loose The Bond That Binds My Spirit To Its Daily Load, And Give It Angel Wings, To Fly Beyond Its Slumber-bound Abode.

Play May Not Have So High A Place In The Divine Economy, But Is Has As Legitimate A Place As Prayer.