I've always had a maturity within my writing.

We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives, Who thinks most, feels noblest, acts the best.

Stand up, on this Thanksgiving Day, stand upon your feet. Believe in man. Soberly and with clear eyes, believe in your own time and place. There is not, and there never has been a better time, or a better place to live in.

Always watch where you are going. Otherwise, you may step on a piece of the Forest that was left out by mistake.

There are no two hours alike. Every hour is unique and the only one given at the moment, exclusive and endlessly precious. Judaism teaches us to be attached to holiness in time; to learn how to consecrate sanctuaries that emerge from the magnificent stream of a year.

And in the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.

You should hammer your iron when it is glowing hot.

Every day should be passed as if it were to be our last.

Better never than late.

Guard well your spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds. Discard them and their value will never be known. Improve them and they will become the brightest gems in a useful life.

The days come and go but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.

One of the illusions of life is that the present hour is not the critical, decisive hour. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. No man has learned anything rightly, until he knows that every day is Doomsday.