Hatred is like fire, it makes even light rubbish deadly.

A woman's hopes are woven of sunbeams; a shadow annihilates them.

Sane people did what their neighbors did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.

... the majority of us scarcely see more distinctly the faultiness of our own conduct than the faultiness of our own arguments, orthe dulness [sic] of our own jokes.

Well, well, my boy, if good luck knocks at your door, don't you put your head out at window and tell it to be gone about its business, that's all.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.

What is opportunity to the man who cant use it?