Hope is the second soul of the unhappy.

I respect the man who knows distinctly what he wants.

Happy is it, indeed, for me that my heart is capable of feeling the same simple and innocent pleasure as the peasant whose table is covered with food of his own rearing, and who not only enjoys his meal, but remembers with delight the happy days and sunny mornings when he planted it, the soft evenings when he watered it, and the pleasure he experienced in watching its daily growth.

How many kings are governed by their ministers, how many ministers by their secretaries? Who, in such cases, is really the chief?

Nothing is worth more than this day.

He is the happiest man who can see the connection between the end and the beginning of life.

Plunge boldly into the thick of life, and seize it where you will, it is always interesting.