Our days are a kaleidoscope. Every instant a change takes place in the contents. New harmonies, new contrasts, new combinations of every sort. Nothing ever happens twice alike. The most familiar people stand each moment in some new relation to each other, to their work, to surrounding objects. The most tranquil house, with the most serene inhabitants, living upon the utmost regularity of system, is yet exemplifying infinite diversities.

I never knew an early-rising, hard-working, prudent man, careful of his earnings, and strictly honest who complained of bad luck.

A man that has lost moral sense is like a man in battle with both of his legs shot off: he has nothing to stand on.

Men are like trees: each one must put forth the leaf that is created in him.

Let the GRATEFUL HEART sweep through the day that it may recognize in every hour some sweet blessing.

The truest self-respect is not to think of self.

Vigilance is not only the price of liberty, but of success of any sort.