How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank, and listen to its low, placid voice.

The wrong that rouses our angry passions finds only a medium in us; it passes through us like a vibration, and we inflict what we have suffered.

I think any hardship is better than pretending to do what one is paid for, and never really doing it.

Starting a long way off the true point, and proceeding by loops and zigzags , we now and then arrive just where we ought to be.

There's good chances and bad chances, and nobody's luck is pulled only by one string.

Go forward with joyful confidence.

... indefinite visions of ambition are weak against the ease of doing what is habitual or beguilingly agreeable.