I foresee the time when industry shall no longer denude the forests which require generations to mature, nor use up the mines which were ages in the making, but shall draw its materials largely from the annual produce of the fields.

History is bunk.

Wars are necessary to teach us lessons we seem unable to learn any other way.

Individualism is what makes cooperation worth living.

Every success is the mother of countless others.

Little difficulties are made to swell until they fill our horizon while the real big blessings of life are dwindled down to nothing.

Of all the follies the elder generation falls victim to this is the most foolish, namely, the constant criticism of the younger element who will not be and cannot be like ourselves because we and they are different tribes produced of different elements in the great spirit of Time.

The most dangerous notion a young man can acquire is that there is no more room for originality. There is no large room for anything else.

The gifted man bears his gifts into the world, not for his own benefit, but for the people among whom he is placed; for the gifts are not his, he himself is a gift to the community.

Enthusiasm is the yeast that makes your hopes shine to the stars.