Error is a hardy plant; it flourishes in every soil.

Betray mean terror of ridicule, thou shalt find fools enough to mock thee; but answer thou their language with contempt, and the scoffers will lick thy feet.

Alike to the slave and his oppressor cometh night with sweet refreshment, and half of the life of the most wretched is gladdened by the soothings of sleep.

Ridicule is a weak weapon when pointed at a strong mind; but common people are cowards and dread an empty laugh.

Spurn not a seeming error, but dig below its surface for the truth.

None is poor but the mean in mind, the timorous, the weak, and unbelieving; none is wealthy but the affluent in soul, who is satisfied and floweth over.

He who does not tire, tires adversity.