Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, himself, his hungering neighbor and me.

The one thing finished in this hasty world.

There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on.

Certainly it is no shame to a man that he should be as nice about his country as his sweetheart, yet it would not be wise to hold everyone an enemy who could not see her with our own enchanted eyes.

There is no better ballast for keeping the mind steady on its keel, and saving it from all risk of crankiness, than business.

There is no work of genius which has not been the delight of mankind, no word of genius to which the human heart and soul have not sooner or later responded.

While tenderness of feeling and susceptibility to generous emotions are accidents of temperament, goodness is an achievement of the will and a quality of the life.