All that I have accomplished ... has been by that plodding, patient, persevering process of accretion which builds the ant heap particle by particle, thought by thought, fact by fact.

Kindness is the music of Good Will to men, and on this harp the smallest fingers may play heaven's sweetest tunes on earth.

Our minds are like certain vehicles,--when they have little to carry they make much noise about it, but when heavily loaded they run quietly.

Knowledge cannot be stolen from us. It cannot be bought or sold. We may be poor, and the sheriff may come and sell our furniture, or drive away our cow, or take our pet lamb, and leave us homeless and penniless but he cannot lay the law's hand upon the jewelry of our minds.

No human being can come into this world without increasing or diminishing the sum total of human happiness.

Forming characters! Whose? Our own or others? Both. And in that momentous fact lies the peril and Responsibility of our existence.

Those orators who give us much noise and many words, but little argument and less wit, and who are the loudest when least lucid, should take a lesson from the great volume of nature she often gives us the lightning without the thunder, but never the thunder without the lightning.