“Cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts.”

He who would accomplish little need sacrifice little; he who would achieve much must sacrifice much. He who would attain highly must sacrifice greatly.

The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn; the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.

He who has conquered weakness, and has put away all selfish thoughts, belongs neither to oppressor nor oppressed. He is free.

A man is literally what he thinks, his character being the complete sum of all his thoughts.

He no longer acts from self but does what is right – what is universally and eternally right.

He is poor who is dissatisfied; he is rich who is contented with what he has, and he is richer who is generous with what he has.

The circumstances which a man encounters with suffering are the result of his own mental inharmony.

Man is buffeted by circumstances so long as he believes himself to be the creature of outside conditions.

Your circumstances may be uncongenial, but they shall not long remain so if you but perceive an Ideal and strive to reach it.

The calmness of mind is one of the beautiful jewels of wisdom. It is the result of long and patient effort in self-control.

The dream is the promise for what you will be one day.

Self-control is strength, Right Thought is mastery, Calmness is power. Say unto your heart, Peace, be still.

Men are anxious to improve their circumstances, but are unwilling to improve themselves; they, therefore, remain bound.

All that man achieves and all that he fails to achieve is the direct result of his own thoughts.

The human will, that force unseen, The offspring of a deathless soul, Can hew a way to any goal, Though walls of granite intervene.

The body is the servant of the mind. It obeys the operations of the mind, whether they be deliberately chosen or automatically expressed.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

Fire delight burning bright, full of beauty glimmering ruby.

All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.

Beautiful woman are like bees, stuck in their own honey.

If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Secrecy is the element of all goodness; even virtue, even beauty is mysterious.