I do not think much of a man who is not wiser today than he was yesterday.
The leading rule for the man of every calling is diligence; never put off until tomorrow what you can do today.
I never let an idea escape, but write it on a piece of paper and put it in a drawer. In this way I sometimes save my best thoughts on a subject.
Wealth is a superfluity of what we do not need.
Come what will, I will keep faith with friend and foe.
Faith in God is indispensable to successful statesmanship.
God bless my mother; all I am or hope to be I owe to her.
I will study and get ready and maybe my chance will come.
Be sure you put your feet in the right place and then stand firm.
And having thus chosen our course, without guile and with pure purpose, let us renew our trust in God, and go forward without fear and with manly hearts.
Nothing valuable can be lost by taking time.
Let us strive on to finish the work we are in.
When you can't remove an obstacle plow around it.
The way for a young man to rise is to improve every way he can, never suspecting that anybody wishes to hinder him.
To add brightness to the sun or glory to the name of Washington is alike impossible. Let none attempt it. In solemn awe pronounce the name and in its naked deathless splendor leave it shining on.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring. But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. Here, Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer; his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm; he has no pulse nor will. The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won. Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.