I've had a lot of worries in my life, most of which never happened.

When some men discharge an obligation, you can hear the report for miles around.

An enemy can partly ruin a man, but it takes a good-natured injudicious friend to complete the thing and make it perfect.

In Boston they ask, how much does he know? In New York, how much is he worth? In Philadelphia, who were his parents?

When whole races and peoples conspire to propagate gigantic mute lies in the interest of tyrannies and shams, why should we care anything about the trifling lies told by individuals?

Do good when you can, and charge when you think they will stand it.

It is human life. We are blown upon the world; we float buoyantly upon the summer air a little while, complacently showing off our grace of form and our dainty iridescent colors; then we vanish with a little puff, leaving nothing behind but a memory - and sometimes not even that. I suppose that at those solemn times when we wake in the deeps of the night and reflect, there is not one of us who is not willing to confess that he is really only a soap-bubble, and as little worth the making.