It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Work is healthy; you can hard put more upon a man than he can bear. Worry is rust upon the blade. It is not the revolution that destroys the machinery, but the friction.

Men go shopping just as men go out fishing or hunting, to see how large a fish may be caught with the smallest hook.

Men do not avail themselves of the riches of God's grace. They love to nurse their cares, and seem as uneasy without some fret as an old friar would be without his hair girdle. They are commanded to cast their cares upon the Lord, but even when they attempt it, they do not fail to catch them up again, and think it meritorious to walk burdened.

Joy is more divine than sorrow, for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine.

There are three schoolmasters for everybody that will employ them - the senses, intelligent companions, and books.

Intelligence increases mere physical ability one half. The use of the head abridges the labor of the hands.

It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship.