work is happiness. No one can take my work from me and therefore no one can take my happiness from me.
What was the use of trying to expound a truth, if the majority preferred a lie?
in my opinion, the Divine is revealed to all men once at least in their lives.
Nothing gives small minds a better handle for hatred than superiority.
The Press nowadays is not a literary press; classic diction and brilliancy of style do not distinguish it by any means.
There is nothing so depressing as a constant contemplation of one's self, and the greatest moral cowardice in the world's opinion comes from consulting one's own personal convenience.