Haste is always ungraceful.

Memory seldom fails when its office is to show us the tombs of our buried hopes.

Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.

Men are capable of making great sacrifices, who are not willing to make the lesser ones, on which so much of the happiness of life depends. The great sacrifices are seldom called for, but the minor ones are in daily requisition; and the making them with cheerfulness and grace enhances their value.

Genius is the gold in the mine, talent is the miner who works and brings it out.

Some people are capable of making great sacrifices, but few are capable of concealing how much the effort has cost them; and it is this concealment that constitutes their value.

One of the most marked characteristics of our day is a reckless neglect of principles, and a rigid adherence to their semblance.