America, you have it better than our continent, the old one.

Love can do much, but duty more.

What is the true test of character unless it be its progressive development in the bustle and turmoil, in the action and reaction of daily life.

Oh God, how do the world and heavens confine themselves, when our hearts tremble in their own barriers!

We accept every person in the world as that for which he gives himself out, only he must give himself out for something. We can put up with the unpleasant more easily than we can endure the insignificant.

The present moment is a powerful goddess.

Unrest and uncertainty are our lot.