Let go of the past and live the future . . . Live the life you imagined.

For the most part we stupidly confound one man with another. The dull distinguish only races or nations, or at most classes, but the wise man, individuals.

I would that I were worthy to be any man's Friend.

To speak impartially, the best men that I know are not serene, a world in themselves. For the most part, they dwell in forms, andflatter and study effect only more finely than the rest.

The words of some men are thrown forcibly against you and adhere like burrs.

Every nail driven should be as another rivet in the machine of the universe, you carrying on the work.

This life we live is a strange dream, and I don't believe at all any account men give of it.