Shall a man go and hang himself because he belongs to the race of pygmies, and not be the biggest pygmie that he can? Let everyone mind his own business, and endeavor to be what he was made

The three-o'-clock in the morning courage, which Bonaparte thought was the rarest.

It is possible to invent a house still more convenient and luxurious than we have...but shall we always study to obtain more of these things, and not sometimes to be content with less?

A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone.

There is only one path to Heaven. On Earth, we call it Love.

The true finish is the work of time, and the use to which a thing is put. The elements are still polishing the pyramids.

Our taste is too delicate and particular. It says nay to the poet's work, but never yea to his hope.