In a multitude of acquaintances is less security, than in one faithful friend.
Nothing can lift the heart of man like manhood in a fellow man.
I would prefer not to.
When a companion's heart of itself overflows, the best one can do is to do nothing.
Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle, naught's an angle to the iron way!
For God's sake, be economical with your lamps and candles! not a gallon you burn, but at least one drop of man's blood was spilled for it.