These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God to-day. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.
An individual man is a fruit which it cost all the foregoing ages to form and ripen.
Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect.
Every man I meet is my superior in some way. In that, I learn of him.
If a man can write a better book, preach a better sermon, or make a better mousetrap than his neighbor, though he builds his house in the woods the world will make a beaten path to his door.