If youth is a fault, it is one that one gets rid of soon enough.

What is my life if I am no longer useful to others.

If I accept you as you are, I will make you worse; however, if I treat you as though you are what you are capable of becoming, I help you become that.

What is the destiny of man, but to fill up the measure of his sufferings, and to drink his allotted cup of bitterness?

When we treat man as he is, we make him worse than he is; when we treat him as if he already were what he potentially could be, we make him what he should be.

Hatred is a heavy burden. It sinks the heart deep in the breast, and lies like a tombstone on all joys.

All men would be masters of others, and no man is lord of himself.