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.

They have written volumes out of which a couplet of verse, a period in prose, may cling to the rock of ages, as a shell that survives a deluge.

The cleverness of avarice is but the cunning of imbecility.

A fresh mind keeps the body fresh.

My father died shortly after I was twenty-one; and being left well off, and having a taste for travel and adventure, I resigned, for a time, all pursuit of the almighty dollar, and became a desultory wanderer over the face of the earth.

To dispense with ceremony is the most delicate mode of conferring a compliment.

Love is the business of the idle, but the idleness of the busy.