There is but one philosophy and its name is fortitude! To bear is to conquer our fate.

Beside one deed of guilt, how blest is guiltless woe!

Our ideas, like orange-plants, spread out in proportion to the size of the box which imprisons the roots.

Every man of sound brain whom you meet knows something worth knowing better than yourself. A man, on the whole, is a better preceptor than a book. But what scholar does not allow that the dullest book can suggest to him a new and a sound idea?

There is no such thing as luck. It's a fancy name for being always at our duty, and so sure to be ready when good time comes.

Youth is in danger until it learns to look upon debts as furies.

Of all the virtues necessary to the completion of the perfect man, there is none to be more delicately implied and less ostentatiously vaunted than that of exquisite feeling or universal benevolence.