The deed is everything, the glory is naught.

The history of a man is in his character.

The little that is completed, vanishes from the sight of one who looks forward to what is still to do.

The old lose one of the greatest privileges of man, for they are no longer judged by their contemporaries.

All sects seem to me to be right in what they assert, and wrong in what they deny.

How to please the public - that's the test, But nowadays I find I'm in a fix; I know they're not accustomed to the best, But they've all read so much they know the tricks. How can we give then something fresh and new That's serious, but entertaining too?

As for solitude, I cannot understand how certain people seek to lay claim to intellectual stature, nobility of soul and strength of character, yet have not the slightest feeling for seclusion; for solitude, I maintain, when joined with a quiet contemplation of nature, a serene and conscious faith in creation and the Creator, and a few vexations from outside is the only school for a mind of lofty endowment.