Every man stamps his value on himself... man is made great or small by his own will.

The great happiness of life, I find, after all, to consist in the regular discharge of some mechanical duty.

One drop of hatred left in the cup of joy turns the most blissful draught into poison.

Even weak men when united are powerful.

Virtue, though clothed in a beggar's garb, commands respect.

Man only plays when in the full meaning of the word he is a man, and he is only completely a man when he plays.

That which is so universal as death must be a benefit.