How often, in this cold and bitter world, is the warm heart thrown back upon itself! Cold, careless, are we of another's grief; we wrap ourselves in sullen selfishness.

anybody's applause is better than nobody's.

There is no wretchedness like self-reproach.

The fearless make their own way.

of all the follies that we can commit, the greatest is to hesitate.

We might have been - these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life's bewailing.

All sweeping assertions are erroneous.