People who are very vain are usually equally susceptible; and they who feel one thing acutely, will so feel another.

How little praise warms out of a man the good that is in him, as the sneer of contempt which he feels is unjust chill the ardor to excel.

He who writes prose builds his temple to Fame in rubble; he who writes verses builds it in granite.

To find what you seek in the road of life, the best proverb of all is that which says: Leave no stone unturned.

Why should the soul ever repose? God, its Principle, reposes never.

Ere yet we yearn for what is out of our reach, we are still in the cradle. When wearied out with our yearnings, desire again falls asleep; we are on the death-bed.

Poverty has strange bedfellows.