Disappointment and feebleness imprint upon us a cowardly and valetudinarian virtue.

In true friendship, in which I am expert, I give myself to my friend more than I draw him to me. I not only like doing him good better than having him do me good, but also would rather have him do good to himself than to me; he does me most good when he does himself good.

Every one's true worship was that which he found in use in the place where he chanced to be.

There are no truths, only moments of claryty passing for answers.

Necessity is a violent school-mistress.

I have a vocabulary all my own. I "pass the time" when it is wet and disagreeable. When it is fine I do not wish to pass it; I ruminate it and hold on to it. We should hasten over the bad, and settle upon the good.

Off I go, rummaging about in books for sayings which please me.