It is a hard but good law of fate, that as every evil, so every excessive power, wears itself out.

The friend who holds up before me the mirror, conceals not my smallest faults, warns me kindly, reproves me affectionately, when I have not performed my duty, he is my friend, however little he may appear so. But if a man praises and lauds me, never reproves me, overlooks my faults, and forgives them before I have repented, he is my enemy, however much he may appear my friend.

Brave is the lion tamer, brave is the world subduer, but braver is the one who has subdued himself.

It is a hard but good law of fate, that as every evil, so every excessive power, wears itself out.

Say oh wise man how you have come to such knowledge? Because I was never ashamed to confess my ignorance and ask others.

Each nationality contains its centre of happiness within itself, as a bullet the centre of gravity.

The savage who loves himself, his wife and child with quiet joy and glows with limited activity of his tribe as for his own life is in my opinion a more real being than that cultivated shadow who is enraptured with the shadow of the whole species