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

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

Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter... Nearer and nearer rolls the thunder-clap, - You can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat.... Look! look! that livid flash! And instantly follows the rattling thunder, As if some cloud-crag, split asunder, Fell, splintering with a ruinous crash, On the Earth, which crouches in silence under; And now a solid gray wall of rain Shuts off the landscape, mile by mile.

It is the vain endeavor to make ourselves what we are not that has strewn history with so many broken purposes and lives left in the rough.

Moral supremacy is the only one that leaves monuments, and not ruins, behind it.

The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.

An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run.