The saddest failures in life are those that come from not putting forth the power and will to succeed.

A large portion of human beings live not so much in themselves as in what they desire to be. They create what is called an ideal character, in an ideal form, whose perfections compensate in some degree for the imperfections of their own.

God, in His wrath, has not left this world to the mercy of the subtlest dialectician; and all arguments are happily transitory in their effect when they contradict the primal intuitions of conscience and the inborn sentiments of the heart.

The familiar writer is apt to be his own satirist. Out of his own mouth is he judged.

Mirth is a Proteus, changing its shape and manner with the thousand diversities of individual character, from the most superfluous gayety to the deepest, moat earnest humor.

A thought embodied and embrained in fit words walks the earth a living being.

Talent jogs to conclusions to which Genius takes giant leaps.