There is no history of how bad became better.

When a soldier is hit by a cannonball, rags are as becoming as purple.

It appears to be a law that you cannot have a deep sympathy with both man and nature.

All endeavour calls for the ability to tramp the last mile, shape the last plan, endure the last hours toil.

So long as a man is faithful to himself, everything is in his favor, government, society, the very sun, moon, and stars.

Friendship is never established as an understood relation. It is a miracle which requires constant proofs. It is an exercise of the purest imagination and of the rarest faith!

You have but little more to do than throw up your cap for entertainment these American days.... Farmers' sons will stare by the hour to see a juggler draw ribbons from his throat, though he tells them it is all deception. Surely, men love darkness rather than light.