Let war yield to peace, laurels to paeans.
The greater the difficulty, the greater the glory.
The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intentions.
Men do not realize how great an income thrift is.
The mind becomes accustomed to things by the habitual sight of them, and neither wonders nor inquires about the reasons for things it sees all the time.
It is a great proof of talents to be able to recall the mind from the senses, and to separate thought from habit.