Reputation is only a candle, of wavering and uncertain flame, and easily blown out, but it is the light by which the world looks for and finds merit.

Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light a crime.

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

He who is firmly seated in authority soon learns to think security, and not progress, the highest lesson in statecraft.

A friendship counting nearly forty years is the finest kind of shade-tree I know.

The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.

What a sense of security in an old book which Time has criticized for us!