Lofty souls are always inclined to make a virtue of misfortune.
Now literary success can only be won in solitude by persevering labor.
Old maids, having never bent their temper or their lives to other lives and other tempers, as woman's destiny requires, have for the most part a mania for making everything about them bend to them.
Conscience is our unerring judge until we finally stifle it.
Some troubles, like a protested note of a solvent debtor, bear interest.
To live in the presence of great truths and eternal laws, to be led by permanent ideals - that is what keeps a man patient when the world ignores him, and calm and unspoiled when the world praises him.