For men in earnest have no time to waste In patching fig-leaves for the naked truth.

Greatly begin. Though thou have time, but for a line, be that sublime. Not failure, but low aim is crime.

Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.

It seems to me that the bane of our country is a profession of faith either with no basis of real belief, or with no proper examination of the grounds on which the creed is supposed to rest.

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.

Things always seem fairer when we look back at them, and it is out of that inaccessible tower of the past that Longing leans and beckons.

It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of man is tested.