Pride is like the beautiful acacia, that lifts its head proudly above its neighbor plants-forgetting that it too, like them, has its roots in the dirt.

A book should be luminous not voluminous.

A genuine passion is like a mountain stream; it admits of no impediment; it cannot go backward; it must go forward.

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

Loss of sincerity is loss of vital power.

Nature has provided for the exigency of privation, by putting the measure of our necessities far below the measure of our wants. Our necessities are to our wants as Falstaff's pennyworth of bread to his any quantity of sack.

The loss of a beloved connection awakens an interest in Heaven before unfelt.