[B]ut in literature, it should be remembered, a thing always becomes his at last who says it best, and thus makes it his own.

Not failure, but low aim, is crime.

Talent is that which is in a man's power; genius is that in whose power a man is.

There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.

And blessed are the horny hands of toil.

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

He gives only the worthless gold who gives from a sense of duty.