He who is plenteously provided for from within needs but little from without.

Rash combat oft immortalizes man; if he should fall, he is renowned in song; but after-ages reckon not the ceaseless tears which the forsaken woman sheds. Poets tell us not of the many nights consumed in weeping, or of the dreary days wherein her anguished soul vainly yearns to call her loved one back.

Objects in pictures should so be arranged as by their very position to tell their own story.

Only he who finds empiricism irksome is driven to method.

The older we grow, the greater become the ordeals.

The way you see people is the way you treat them, and the way you treat them is what they become.

One can stand anything except a succession of ordinary days