True men ... are strong willed, have dignity in their demeanor, serenity in their expression. They are cool like autumn, warm like spring. Their passions arise like the four seasons, in harmony with the ten thousand creatures, and no one knows their limits.

Ideals are like the stars-we never reach them, but like the mariners of the sea, we chart our course by them.

It is only in marriage with the world that our ideals can bear fruit: divorced from it, they remain barren.

... many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Our ideals are our possibilities.

Our ideals are our better selves.

Do not feel badly if your kindness is rewarded with ingratitude; it is better to fall from your dream clouds than from a third-story window.

Our ideals are the blueprints of our lives.

He alone is entitled to be called a man who possesses a thoughtful nature and feels for others in the same way as he does for his own self; does not fear the unjust, however powerful, but fears the truly virtuous, however weak.