As threshing separates the wheat from the chaff, so does affliction purify virtue.

Truth comes to us from the past, as gold is washed down from the mountains of Sierra Nevada, in minute but precious particles, and intermixed with infinite alloy, the debris of the centuries.

In the assurance of strength there is strength; and they are the weakest, however strong, who have no faith in themselves or their powers.

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

An eager pursuit of fortune is inconsistent with a severe devotion to truth. The heart must grow tranquil before the thought can become searching.

We make way for the man who boldly pushes past us.

The beauty seen is partly in him who sees it. [a predisposition to notice the beautiful, in everything.]