Nothing is so dangerous as an ignorant friend;<br> A wise enemy is worth more.

Knowledge is essential to conquest; only according to our ignorance are we helpless. Thought creates character. Character can dominate conditions. Will creates circumstances and environment.

Discourtesy does not spring merely from one bad quality, but from several--from foolish vanity, from ignorance of what is due to others, from indolence, from stupidity, from distraction of thought, from contempt of others, from jealousy.

Nay, tempt me not to love again:<br> There was a time when love was sweet;<br> Dear Nea! had I known thee then,<br> Our souls had not been slow to meet!<br> But oh! this weary heart hath run<br> So many a time the rounds of pain,<br> Not even for thee, thou lovely one!<br> Would I endure such pangs again.

What though the radiance which was once so bright<br> Be not forever taken from my sight,<br> Though nothing can bring back the hour<br> Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;<br>Grief not, rather find,<br> Strength in what remains behind,<br> In the primal sympathy<br> Which having been must ever be,<br> In the soothing thoughts that spring<br> Out of Human suffering,<br> In the faith that looks through death<br> In years that bring philophic mind.

It is not growing like a tree<br> in bulk doth make man better be;<br> Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,<br> To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere,<br> A lily of a day<br> is fairer in May<br> Although it fall and die that night,<br> It was the plant of flower and light,<br> In small proportions we just beauties see;<br> And in short measures, life may perfect be.

Sick I am of idle words, past all reconciling,<br> Words that weary and perplex and pander and conceal,<br> Wake the sounds that cannot lie, for all their sweet beguiling;<br> The language one need fathom not, but only hear and feel.

I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving.

Buy on the rumor; sell on the news.

Words without actions are the assassins of idealism.