Of all the advantages which come to any young man ... poverty is the greatest.
I softly sink into the bath of sleep: With eyelids shut, I see around me close The mottled, violet vapors of the deep, That wraps me in repose.
There is nothing more precious to a man than his will; there is nothing which he relinquishes with so much reluctance.
Character lives in a man, reputation outside of him.
All things unrevealed belong to the kingdom of mystery.
I know of but one garment which the fashionable social life of this country borrows of Christianity; it is that ample garment of charity which covers a multitude of sins--particularly fashionable sins.