Youth, with swift feet, walks onward in the way; the land of joy lies all before his eyes.

Castles in the air cost a vast deal to keep up.

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.

Rarest of all things on earth is the union in which both, by their contrasts, make harmonious their blending; each supplying the defects of the helpmate, and completing, by fusion, one strong human soul.

There's no weapon that slays its victim so surely (if well aimed) as praise.

Strive, while improving your one talent, to enrich your whole capital as a man. It is in this way that you escape from the wretched narrow-mindedness which is the characteristic of every one who cultivates his specialty alone.

There are two lives to each of us, the life of our actions, and the life of our minds and hearts. History reveals men's deeds and their outward characters, but not themselves. There is a secret self that has its own life, unpenetrated and unguessed.