Error is always more busy than truth.
All our possessions are as nothing compared to health, strength, and a clear conscience.
Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.
Lay silently the injuries you receive upon the altar of oblivion.
True sympathy is putting ourselves in another's place; and we are moved in proportion to the reality of our imagination.
It is the nature of intellect to strive to improve in intellectual power.