What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself. All day long, the mill of his brain is grinding, and his thoughts, not those of other things, are his history. These are his life, and they are not written. Everyday would make a whole book of 80,000 words -- 365 books a year. Biographies are but the clothes and buttons of the man -- the biography of the man himself cannot be written.

Do the thing you fear most and the death of fear is certain.

The perfection of wisdom, and the end of true philosophy is to proportion our wants to our possessions, our ambitions to our capacities, we will then be a happy and a virtuous people.

In religion and politics, people's belief's and convictions are in almost every case gotten at second hand, and without examination

The exquisitely bad is as satisfying to the soul as the exquisitely good. Only the mediocre is unendurable.

Canadian girls are so pretty it's a relief now and then to see a plain one.

Everything human is pathetic