The reasons which any man offers to you for his own conduct betray his opinion of your character.

Is boredom anything less than the sense of one's faculties slowly dying?

We are pleased with one who instantly assents to our opinions, but we love a proselyte.

Alas! it is not the child but the boy that generally survives in the man.

Having once decided to achieve a certain task, achieve it at all costs of tedium and distaste. The gain in self confidence of having accomplished a tiresome labor is immense.

The man who could withstand, with his fellow-men in single line, a charge of cavalry may lose all command of himself on the occurrence of a fire in his own house, because of some homely reminiscence unknown to the observing bystander.

Every happiness is a hostage to fortune.