“He that is overcautious will accomplish little.”

Appearance rules the world.

To know thyself- in others self-concern; Would’st thou know others? read thyself–and learn!

The zeal of friends it is that razes me, And not the hate of enemies.

Illusion is brief, but repentance is long.

Votes should be weighed not counted.

He that is over-cautious will accomplish but very little.

In a narrow circle the mind grows narrow. The more one expands, the larger their aims.

A childlike mind in its simplicity practises that science of good to which the wise may be blind.

Individual character is in the right that is in strict consistence with itself. Self-contradiction is the only wrong.

The iron chain and the silken cord are both equally bonds.

Dear is my friend–yet from my foe, as from my friend, comes good: My friend shows what I can do, and my foe what I should.

The dream is short, repentance long.

Cling to thy native land, for it is the land of thy fathers?

Without a home must the soldier go, a changeful wanderer, and can warm himself at no home-lit hearth.

The joke loses everything when the joker laughs himself.

The mind is the eyesight of the soul.

People who accomplish big things did small things well.

It’s always a huge red flag for me when somebody’s reticent or reluctant or a little slow in providing thoughtful references that are a testament to them as a person and their professional accomplishments.

It is not easy to stop thinking ill of others.Usually one must enter into a friendship with a person who has accomplished that great feat himself.Then something might start to rub off on you of that true elegance.

Write a thousand words a day and in three years you’ll be a writer!

Life is meant for living.. I know that sounds simplistic, but how many days do you let slip by without really doing something, accomplishing something, making a life change, a lifestyle change?

I am very proud of my father and what he’s accomplished. It is amazing.

In Missouri, where I come from, we don’t talk about what we do – we just do it. If we talk about it, it’s seen as bragging.

I had a friend who worked at a hospice, and he said people in their final moments don’t discuss their successes, awards or what books they wrote or what they accomplished. They only talk about their loves and their regrets, and I think that’s very telling.