In the long run, men hit only what they aim at. Therefore ... they had better aim high.

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life;Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate.

Whither should we aim if not towards God?

As the arrow, loosed from the bow by the hand of the practiced archer, does not rest till it has reached the mark, so men pass from God to God. He is the mark for which they have been created, and they do not rest till they find their rest in him.

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of the earth.

An aim in life is the only fortune worth the finding; and it is not to be found in foreign lands but in the heart itself.