Man is made of ordinary things, and habit is his nurse.

Whoever fails to turn aside the ills of life by prudent forethought, must submit to fulfill the course of destiny.

From the moment fear begins I have ceased to fear.

Have Hope. Though clouds environs now, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put thou the shadow from thy brow, - No night but hath its morn.

To one, science is an exalted goddess; to another it is a cow which provides him with butter.

Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.

No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.