What is more beautiful than a sea of water with a number of white-winged boats skirting its surface? Poetry and beauty contesting with the wind and the waves!

In this life we get only those things for which we hunt, for which we strive, and for which we are willing to sacrifice.

It is a great thing to have a big brain, a fertile imagination, grand ideals, but the man with these, bereft of a good backbone, is sure to serve no useful end.

Keep out of your mind, and out of your office, and out of your world, every element that seeks admittance with no definite, helpful, useful end in view.

Each day can be one of triumph if you keep up your interests.

He who does not get fun and enjoyment out of every day...needs to reorganize his life

We can accomplish almost anything within our ability if we but think we can.

What you think means more than anything else in your life. More than what you earn, more than where you live, more than your social position, and more than what anyone else may think about you.

Let us remember that the Christmas heart is a giving heart, a wide open heart that thinks of others first.

He climbs highest who helps another up.

There is no such thing as a 'self-made' man. We are made up of thousands of others.

I am not concerned that you have fallen -- I am concerned that you arise.

What exactly does the I in FBI stand for?” ~Maggie Mae Castro

Being in love is the only transcendent experience.

We are one with God and He loves us. Now if that isn't a hazard to this country-How're we gonna keep building nuclear weapons?

I think every good song tells a story, as ambiguous and vague as it may be. And if you know what a song is talking about, it can only help your performance.

Celebrate your people's success, not your own.

...she refused to leave anything to someone else that she could do better herself.

Men are more ready to offend one who desires to be beloved than one who wishes to be feared.

Technology shapes society and society shapes technology.

Things. Cosas. Things attach themselves like leeches to the human soul, then they bleed out the sweetness and the music and the primordial joy of being unencumbered upon the land.