Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.

Twilight makes us pensive; Aurora is the goddess of activity; despair curses at midnight; hope blesses at noon.

Success is a product of unremitting attention to purpose.

I see before me the statue of a celebrated minister, who said that confidence was a plant of slow growth. But I believe, however gradual may be the growth of confidence, that of credit requires still more time to arrive at maturity.

The services in wartime are fit only for desperadoes, but in peace are only fit for fools.

Fame and power are the objects of all men. Even their partial fruition is gained by very few; and that, too, at the expense of social pleasure, health, conscience, life.

War is never a solution; it is an aggravation.