The study of books is a drowsy and feeble exercise which does not warm you up.

It is for little souls, that truckle under the weight of affairs, not to know how clearly to disengage themselves, and not to know how to lay them aside and take them up again.

The great and glorious masterpiece of humanity is to know how to live with a purpose.

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

I speak the truth, not my fill of it, but as much as I dare speak; and I dare to do so a little more as I grow old.

It is the part of cowardliness, and not of virtue, to seek to squat itself in some hollow lurking hole, or to hide herself under some massive tomb, thereby to shun the strokes of fortune.

Travelling through the world produces a marvellous clarity in the judgment of men. We are all of us confined and enclosed within ourselves, and see no farther than the end of our nose.