Our chief want in life is somebody who shall make us do what we can.

Thought is the blossom, language the bud, action the fruit behind it.

What you do speaks so loud that I cannot hear what you say.

We live by our imagination, our admirations, and our sentiments.

Let us be poised, and wise, and our own, today.

The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennuis, vanish,--all duties even.

Belief consists in accepting the affirmations of the soul; unbelief, in denying them.

All diseases run into one, old age.

The first farmer was the first man, and all historic nobility rests on possession and use of land.

The intellectual man requires a fine bait, the sots are easily amused. But everybody is drugged with his own frenzy, and the pageant marches at all hours, with music and banner and badge.

A man makes inferiors his superiors by heat; self control is the rule.

A man makes inferiors his superiors by heat; self control is the rule. Anger is an uncontrollable feeling that betrays what you are when you are not yourself. Anger is that powerful internal force that blows out the light of reason. Know this to be the enemy: it is anger, born of desire. -Ralph Waldo Emerson.

For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind.

Ants never sleep.

The silence that accepts merit as the most natural thing in the world, is the highest applause.

The silence that accepts merit as the most natural thing in the world is the highest applause.

The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames.

The Gothic cathedral is a blossoming in stone subdued by the insatiable demand of harmony in man. The mountain of granite blooms into an eternal flower, with the lightness and delicate finish, as well as the aerial proportions and perspective of vegetable beauty.

Earth proudly wears the Parthenon As best gem upon her zone.

The hand that rounded Peter's dome And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew; The conscious stone to beauty grew.