Failure means that you would not, or could not, pay for success. Success is a matter of sale. It can (most often) be bought by a large outlay--of hard forethought--of pains--of steadiness--of the golden wisdom coined from experience. But the figure is too high for most of us. We are too poor, or too slothful, to bring the price.

A successful career has been full of blunders.

Self-laudation abounds among the unpolished, but nothing can stamp a man more sharply as ill-bred.

In one family, all goes by two and two. If a member of it has any interest, he or she will confide it to some one other; but the rest know nothing. In another family, all feel what touches one; nothing is kept dark from the father and mother, brothers and sisters--all share. This family habit is by far the better, it strengthens the tie between the members, and makes the home one home.

The fact is - nothing comes, at least nothing good. All has to be fetched.

A man's venom poisons himself more than his victims.

A large family party is rather too much like a flight of tomtits; everlasting twitter, but no conversation; gregariousness without companionship.