We all of us live upon the past, and through the past we are destroyed.
Even the lowliest, provided he is whole, can be happy, and in his own . way, perfect.
Rest not. Life is sweeping by; go and dare before you die. Something mighty and sublime, leave behind to conquer time.
Character develops itself in the stream of life.
What life half gives a man, posterity gives entirely.
Every decided colour does a certain violence to the eye, and forces the organ to opposition.