Ability is of little account without opportunity.
The greatest things ever done on Earth have been done little by little.
~William Jennings Bryan
I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things… I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.
There is little success where there is little laughter.
Do your duty and a little more and the future will take care of itself.
Speak the truth, do not yield to anger; give, if thou art asked for little; by these three steps thou wilt go near the gods.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Genius at first is little more than a great capacity for receiving discipline.
The essence of philosophy is that a man should so live that his happiness shall depend as little as possible on external things.
Beware of little expenses. A small leak will sink a great ship.
Little said is soon amended. There is always time to add a word, never to withdraw one.
A little more persistence, a little more effort, and what seemed hopeless failure may turn to glorious success.
Do not accustom yourself to use big words for little matters.
The biggest human temptation is to settle for too little.
If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.
Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.
Great oaks from little acorns grow.
Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.
It is not the man who has little, but he who desires more, that is poor.
True wisdom comes to each of us when we realize how little we understand about life, ourselves, and the world around us.
Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.
Big doors swing on little hinges.
~W. Clement Stone
He who obtains has little. He who scatters has much.
Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.
Originally published at medium.com