Surely no mere mortal who has at all gone down into himself will ever pretend that his slightest thought or act solely originates in his own defined identity.

It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.

A smile is the chosen vehicle of all ambiguities.

I am, as I am; whether hideous, or handsome, depends upon who is made judge.

Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well- warmed, and well-fed.

Dream tonight of peacock tails, Diamond fields and spouter whales. Ills are many, blessing few, But dreams tonight will shelter you.

Toil is man's allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief that's more than either, the grief and sin of idleness.

Meditation and water are wedded for ever.

I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.

Aye, aye! and I'll chase him round Good Hope, and round the Horn, and round the Norway Maelstrom, and round perdition's flames before I give him up.

War should be carried on like a monsoon; one changeless determination of every particle towards the one unalterable aim.

Open your eyes that you might see that all things are possible through you (with God's help)

The argument could be made that the word hero is overused. I do not think, however, that this is the case when referring to teachers.

Educational reforms are like ripe fruit. They rarely travel well.

If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run

Virtues are often conquered by vices, but their rout is most complete when it is inflicted by other virtues, more militant, more efficient, or more congenial.

Primitive, naive drawing can also be good drawing but it's hard to pull off. I don't think most submitters realize that.

Everybody's word is worth Nobody's taking.

However deep our devotion may be to parents or to children, it is our contemporaries alone with whom understanding is instinctive and entire.

POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.

Young women growing into situations with no parents are usually material for exploitation in the brothels.