Happiness is not the end of life: character is.

A gamester, as such, is the cool, calculating, essential spirit of concentrated, avaricious selfishness.

Expedients are for an hour, but principles are for the ages. Just because the rains descend and winds blow, we cannot afford to build on shifting sands.

To array a man's will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.

Men of dissolute lives have little incentive to look forward to the hopes and glories of immortality. A due conception of these would be incompatible with such a life.

It takes a man to make a devil; and the fittest man for such a purpose is a snarling, waspish, red-hot, fiery creditor.

God bless the good-natured, for they bless everybody else.