“Young people, I want to beg of you always keep your eyes open to what Mother Nature has to teach you. By so doing you will learn many valuable things every day of your life.”

Believe. The promise of God are real. They are as real, as solid, yes infinitely more solid than this table which the materialist so thoroughly believes in. If you would only believe, O ye of little faith.

Learn to do the common things uncommonly well.

There are two ways, one is right; the other is wrong. If your work is only about right, then it is wrong.

Without my Savior, I am nothing.

One of the things that has helped me as much as any other is not how long I am going to live, but how much I can do while living.

To those who have as yet not learned the secret of true happiness, which is the joy of coming into the closest relationship with the Maker and Preserver of all things: begin now to study the little things in your own door yard.

Since new developments are the products of a creative mind, we must therefore stimulate and encourage that type of mind in every way possible.

I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.

Where there is no vision, there is no hope.

My purpose alone must be God’s purpose.

You can’t teach people anything. You can only draw out.

We get closer to God as we get more intimately and understandingly acquainted with the things He has created. I know of nothing more inspiring than that of making discoveries for one’s self.

When our thoughts – which bring actions – are filled with hate against anyone, Negro or white, we are in a living hell. That is as real as hell will ever be.

The beating on the tail of the snake may stop his progress a little, but the more vital parts must be struck before his poisonous death-dealing venom will be wiped out.

Fear of something is at the root of hate for others, and hate within will eventually destroy the hater.

I know of nothing more inspiring than that of making discoveries for ones self.

There are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound.

Let’s close our eyes and chase the dreams the world insists are out of reach.

The same eye cannot both look up to heaven and down to earth.

And here I am, dying in my bed, like cattle die. May the eyes of cowards never sleep.

Oh every time I close my eyes I see my name in shining lights.

By the help of microscopes, there is nothing so small, as to escape our inquiry; hence there is a new visible world discovered to the understanding.

Many a humble soul will be amazed to find that the seed it sowed in weakness, in the dust of daily life, has blossomed into immortal flowers under the eye of the Lord.

Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.