The things which must be must be for the best.

Those true eyes, Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise, The sweet soul shining through them.

A fresh mind keeps the body fresh. Take in the ideas of the day, drain off those of yesterday. As to the morrow, time enough to consider it when it becomes today.

The world is a nettle; disturb it, it stings. Grasp it firmly, it stings not.

Be it jewel or toy, not the prize gives the joy, but the striving to win the prize.

We may live without friends; we may live without books But civilized men cannot live without cooks.

We are our own fates.- Our deeds are our own doomsmen.- Man's life was made not for creeds but actions.

However we pass Time, he passes still, Passing away whatever the pastime, And, whether we use him well or ill, Some day he gives us the slip for the last time.

Do not think that years leave us and find us the same!

No true love there can be without Its dread penalty--jealousy.

The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one isn't loved every day.

Fear begets fear. Power begets power. I willed myself to beget power. And it wasn't long before I actually wasn't afraid.

You can't hoot with the owls and then soar with the eagles

Find your mark, look the other fellow in the eye, and tell the truth.

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.

A nonviolent occupation is that occupation which is fundamentally free from violence and which involves no exploitation or envy of others.

Even disasters -- there are always disasters when you travel -- can be turned into adventures.

I have the audacity to believe that peoples everywhere can have three meals a day for their bodies, education and culture for their minds, and dignity, equality and freedom for their spirits.

We have, of course, long since ceased to think of Nature as the sympathetic mirror of our moods, or to imagine that she has any concern with the temporal affairs of man.

There are things that are too terrible to remember, and there are things that are almost too wonderful to recall.

The supreme ordeal, let us say rather, the only ordeal, is the loss of the beloved being.