Do not worry if you have built your castles in the air. They are where they should be. Now put the foundations under them. |
Do what you love. Know you own bone; gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still. |
Don't be too moral. You may cheat yourself out of much life so. |
Dreams are the touchstones of our character. |
Drive a nail home and clinch it so faithfully that you can wake up in the night and think of your work with satisfaction,- a work at which you would not be ashamed to invoke the Muse |
Each thought that is welcomed and recorded is a nest egg, by the side of which more will be laid |
Eastward I go only by force; but westward I go free |
Even the best things are not equal to their fame |
Even trees do not die without a groan |
Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it. |
Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new. |
Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour |
Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body, to the god he worships, after a style purely his own, nor can he get off by hammering marble instead. We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones. |
Experience is in the fingers and head. The heart is inexperienced. |
Explore thyself. Herein are demanded the eye and the nerve. |