No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself, who would not exchange the finest show for the poorest reality, who does not so love his work that he is not only glad to give himself for it, but finds rather a gain than a sacrifice in the surrender.

At the devil's booth are all things sold. Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold.

Pride and weakness are Siamese twins.

Endurance is the crowning quality.

Democracy is that form of society, no matter what its political classification, in which every man has a chance and knows that he has it.

It is curious how tyrannical the habit of reading is...

Who is it needs such flawless shafts as fate? What archer of his arrows is so choice, or hits the white so surely?