Satisfy a few to please many is bad.

Ever building, building to the clouds, still building higher, and never reflecting that the poor narrow basis cannot sustain the giddy tottering column.

In the ardor of pursuit men soon forget the goal from which they start.

Even the weak become strong when they are united.

We can never replace a friend. When a man is fortunate enough to have several, he finds they are all different. No one has a double in friendship.

Forgiveness is the finding again of a lost possession.

Secrecy is for the happy,--misery, hopeless misery, needs no veil; under a thousand suns it dares act openly.