There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.

Yet through all, we know this tangled skein is in the hands of One, Who sees the end from the beginning: He shall unravel all.

Pleasure has no logic; it never treads in its own footsteps.

Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of mortal life.

I have learned to prize the quiet, lightning deed, not the applauding thunder at its heels that men call fame.

I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.

The only thing a man knows is himself.