Genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains. |
Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness. Topics: Love Is |
History shows that the majority of people that have done anything great have passed their youth in seclusion. |
Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together. |
The true university of these days is a collection of books. |
Reform is not pleasant, but grievous; no person can reform themselves without suffering and hard work, how much less a nation. |
Isolation is the sum total of wretchedness to a man. |
The merit of originality is not novelty; it is sincerity. |
Adversity is the diamond dust Heaven polishes its jewels with. |
All that mankind has done, thought or been: it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of books. |
When new turns of behavior cease to appear in the life of the individual, its behavior ceases to be intelligent. |
Writing is a dreadful labor, yet not so dreadful as Idleness. |
Conviction is worthless unless it is converted into conduct. |
I've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom. |
To us also, through every star, through every blade of grass, is not God made visible if we will open our minds and our eyes. |
Nothing that was worthy in the past departs; no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die. |
A laugh, to be joyous, must flow from a joyous heart, for without kindness, there can be no true joy. |
Love is not altogether a delirium, yet it has many points in common therewith. |
Everywhere in life, the true question is not what we gain, but what we do. |
Silence is more eloquent than words. |