That alone can be called true refinement which elevates the soul of man, purifying the manners by improving the intellect.

It is vain to trust in wrong; it is like erecting a building upon a frail foundation, and which will directly be sure to topple over.

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul; and the heart of man knoweth none more fragrant.

Folly is like the growth of weeds, always luxurious and spontaneous; wisdom, like flowers, requires cultivation.

Theory, from whatever source, is not perfect until it is reduced to practice.

There is no such thing as "best" in the world of individuals.

It is in sickness that we most feel the need of that sympathy which shows how much we are dependent upon one another for our comfort, and even necessities. Thus disease, opening our eyes to the realities of life, is an indirect blessing.