...how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity!

At least let us have healthy books.

What avails it that another loves you, if he does not understand you? Such love is a curse.

The present hour is always wealthiest when it is poorer than the future ones, as that is the pleasantest site which affords the pleasantest prospect.

What would human life be without forests, those natural cities?

Whatever your sex or position, life is a battle in which you are to show your pluck, and woe be to the coward. Whether passed on a bed of sickness or a tented field, it is ever the same fair play and admits no foolish distinction. Despair and postponement are cowardice and defeat. Men were born to succeed, not to fail.

I am sure that I never read any memorable news in a newspaper.