Friends are the leaders of the bosom, being more ourselves than we are, and we complement our affections in theirs.

Fullness is always quiet; agitation will answer for empty vessels only.

Nor do we accept, as genuine the person not characterized by this blushing bashfulness, this youthfulness of heart, this sensibility to the sentiment of suavity and self-respect. Modesty is bred of self-reverence. Fine manners are the mantle of fair minds. None are truly great without this ornament.

The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence. He inspires self-trust. He guides their eyes from himself to the spirit that quickens him. He will have no disciples.

While one finds company in himself and his pursuits, he cannot feel old, no matter what his years may be.

Our ideals are our better selves.

Experience converts us to ourselves when books fail us.