The surest plan to make a man is, think him so.

Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.

Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not.

It is singular how impatient men are with overpraise of others, how patient of overpraise of themselves; and yet the one does them no injury, while the other may be their ruin.

Truth always has a bewitching savor of newness in it, and novelty at the first taste recalls that original sweetness to the tongue; but alas for him who would make the one a substitute for the other.

If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon.

Against the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes... The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling.