There is no pride on earth like the pride of intellect and science.

Money spent on myself may be a millstone about my neck money spent on others may give me wings like the angels.

In a truly heroic life there is no peradventure. It is always doing or dying.

True greatness, first of all, is a thing of the heart. It is alive with robust and generous sympathies. It is neither behind its age nor too far before it. It is up with its age, and ahead of it only just so far as to be able to lead its march. It cannot slumber, for activity is a necessity of its existence. It is no reservoir, but a fountain.

Real power has fullness and variety. It is not narrow like lightning, but broad like light. The man who truly and worthily excels in any one line of endeavor, might also under a change of circumstances, have excelled in some other line. Power is a thing of solidity and wholeness.

It is a luxury to learn but the luxury of learning is not to be compared with the luxury of teaching.

Caesar was Rome's escape from communism. I expect no Caesar I find on our map no Rubicon. But then I expect to see communistic madness rebuked and ended.

He only is great at heart who floods the world with a great affection. He only is great of mind who stirs the world with great thoughts. He only is great of will who does something to shape the world to a great career. And he is greatest who does the most of all these things and does them best.

Virtue, for us, is obedience to God in Christ.

More than this may or may not be a blessing. Certainly it can be a blessing only by being accepted as a trust.