The best and noblest lives are those which are set toward high ideals. And the highest and noblest ideal that any man can have is Jesus of Nazareth.
We never reach our ideals, whether of mental or moral improvement, but the thought of them shows us our deficiencies, and spurs us on to higher and better things.
Great objects form great minds.
What we need most, is not so much to realize the ideal as to idealize the real.
Ideals are the world's masters.
Every life has its actual blanks which the ideal must fill up, or which else remain bare and profitless forever.
Ideality is only the avant-courier of the mind, and where that, in a healthy and normal state goes, I hold it to be a prophecy that realization can follow.
Man can never come up to his ideal standard.—It is the nature of the immortal spirit to raise that standard higher and higher as it goes from strength to strength, still upward and onward.—The wisest and greatest men are ever the most modest.
Every man has, at times, in his mind the ideal of what he should be, but is not. In all men that seek to improve, it is better than the actual character.— No one is so satisfied with himself that he never wishes to be wiser, better, and more holy.
We build statues of snow, and weep to see them melt.
Ideal beauty is a fugitive which is never located.
A man's ideal, like his horizon, is constantly receding from him as he advances toward it.
A large portion of human beings live not so much in themselves as in what they desire to be.—They create an ideal character the perfections of which compensate in some degree for imperfections of their own.