Best 17 quotes of Karl G. Maeser on MyQuotes

A being without an aim in life, or not possessing the requisite concentration of purpose to assist him in resisting temptation, is like a cork floating upon the water, driven hither and thither by every wind that blows.

All our prayers are addressed in the handwriting of the heart.

Be yourself, but always your better self.

Everyone's life is an object lesson to others.

Exhorting his students: Be faithful to the moral principles of your religion.

He that cheats another is a knave; but he that cheats himself is a fool.

I have been asked what I mean by my word of honor. I will tell you. Place me behind prison walls - walls of stone ever so high, ever so thick, reaching ever so far into the ground - there is the possibility that in some way or another I may escape; but stand me on the floor and draw a chalk line around me and have me give my word of honor never to cross it. Can I get out of the circle? No. Never! I'd die first!

I would rather trust my child to a serpent than to a teacher who does not believe in God.

Labor with the heart, when the heart is pure and true, is the noblest labor.

Let your first 'good morning' be to your Heavenly Father.

Make the man within your living ideal.

Our patriarchal blessings are paragraphs from the book of our own possibilities.

Say to your soul, 'Let no unclean thing enter here.'

School is a drill for the battle of life. If you fail in the drill you will fail in the battle.

The truly educated man will always speak to the understanding of the most unlearned of his audience.

Every human being is a world in miniature. It has its own centre of observation, its own way of forming concepts and of arriving at conclusions, its own degree of sensibility, its own life's work to do, and its own destiny to reach. All these features may be encompassed by general conditions, governed by general laws, and subject to unforeseen influences and incidents, but within the sphere of their own activity, they constitute that great principle which we call individuality.

I have been asked what I mean by “word of honor.” I will tell you. Place me behind prison walls—walls of stone ever so high, ever so thick, reaching ever so far into the ground—there is a possibility that in some way or another I might be able to escape; but stand me on the floor and draw a chalk line around me and have me give my word of honor never to cross it. Can I get out of that circle? No, never! I’d die first.