That state of mind in which a man is impressed with invisible things is faith.

It is not merely cruelty that leads men to love war, it is excitement.

Mirth is God's medicine. Everybody ought to bathe in it.

The real man is one who always finds excuses for others, but never excuses himself.

The commerce of the world is conducted by the strong, and usually it operates against the weak.

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.

Conceited men often seem a harmless kind of men, who, by an overweening self-respect, relieve others from the duty of respecting them at all.