Society is a long series of uprising ridges, which from the first to the last offer no valley of repose. Whenever you take your stand, you are looked down upon by those above you, and reviled and pelted by those below you. Every creature you see is a farthing Sisyphus, pushing his little stone up some Liliputian mole-hill. This is our world.

Keep we to the broad truths before us; duty here; knowledge comes alone in the Hereafter.

The vices and the virtues are written in a language the world cannot construe; it reads them in a vile translation, and the translators are Failure and Success.

We lose the peace of years when we hunt after the rapture of moments.

Better than fame is still the wish for fame, the constant training for a glorious strife.

When the soul communes with itself the lip is silent.

The law is a gun, which if it misses a pigeon always kills a crow; if it does not strike the guilty, it hits someone else. As every crime creates a law, so in turn every law creates a crime.