A man who cannot get angry is like a stream that cannot overflow, that is always turbid. Sometimes indignation is as good as a thunderstorm in summer, clearing and cooling the air.

There was never a person who did anything worth doing that he did not receive more than he gave.

Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.

He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.

When a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce.

Involved sentences, crooked, circuitous, and parenthetical, no matter how musically they may be balanced, are prejudicial to a facile understanding of the truth.

Pushing any truth out very far, you are met by a counter-truth.