What men call luck Is the prerogative of valiant souls, The fealty life pays its rightful kings.

There is something solid and doughty in the man that can rise from defeat, the stuff of which victories are made in due time, when we are able to choose our position better, and the sun is at our back.

God is the only being who has time enough; but a prudent man, who knows how to seize occasion, can commonly make a shift to find as much as he needs.

The greater your real strength and power, the quieter it will be exercised.

There are two kinds of genius. The first and highest may be said to speak out of the eternal to the present, and must compel its age to understand it; the second understands its age, and tells it what it wishes to be told.

To be young is surely the best, if the most precarious, gift of life.

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