Every man bears something within him that, if it were publicly announced, would excite feelings of aversion.

Properly speaking, such work is never finished; one must declare it so when, according to time and circumstances, one has done one's best.

Alas! sorrow from happiness is oft evolved.

Who strives always to the utmost, him can we save.

This world could not exist if it were not so simple. The ground has been tilled a thousand years, yet its powers remain ever the same; a little rain, a little sun, and each spring it grows green again.

Hell begins the day that God grants you the vision to see all that you could have done, should have done, and would have done, but did not do.

Talent is nurtured in solitude; character is formed in the stormy billows of the world.