Unless the vessel be pure, everything which is poured into it will turn sour.

If things look badly to-day they may look better tomorrow.

Dull winter will re-appear.

I beseech you to treasure up in your hearts these my parting words: Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.

Rains driven by storms fall not perpetually on the land already sodden, neither do varying gales for ever disturb the Caspian sea.

Words challenge eternity.

There are as many preferences as there are men.