The indolent mind is not empty, but full of vermin.

It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stoney street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the iron fence, the radiant dandelion, shining in the grass, like a spark dropped from the sun.

Living is death; dying is life. We are not what we appear to be. On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that citizens; on this side orphans, on that children.

A man that is afraid is never a man.

What is the disposition which makes men rejoice in good bargains? There are few people who will not be benefited by pondering over the morals of shopping.

The cynic puts all human actions into two classes - openly bad and secretly bad.

A man's true estate of power and riches is to be in himself; not in his dwelling or position or external relations, but in his own essential character.