We climb to heaven most often on the ruins of our cherished plans, finding our failures were successes.

A work of real merit finds favor at last.

Travel makes all men countrymen, makes people noblemen and kings, every man tasting of liberty and dominion.

One must be rich in thought and character to owe nothing to books, though preparation is necessary to profitable reading; and the less reading is better than more;--book-struck men are of all readers least wise, however knowing or learned.

Heaven trims our lamps while we sleep.

Our friends interpret the world and ourselves to us, if we take them tenderly and truly, nor need we but love them devotedly to become members of an immortal fraternity, superior to accident or change.

That is a good book which is opened with expectation, and closed with delight and profit.