A good man does not spy around for the black spots in others, but presses unswervingly on towards his mark.

It never ceases to amaze me: we all love ourselves more than other people, but care more about their opinions than our own.

Perhaps there are none more lazy, or more truly ignorant, than your everlasting readers.

If any man has done wrong, the harm is his own. But perhaps he has not done wrong.

The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing, in so far as it stands ready against the accidental and the unforeseen, and is not apt to fall.

You exist but as a part inherent in a greater whole. Do not live as though you had a thousand years before you. The common due impends; while you live, and while you may, be good.

Love the little trade which thou hast learned, and be content therewith.