Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart!

The thing you set your mind on is the thing you ultimately become.

To-morrow would bring its own trial with it; so would the next day, and so would the next; each its own trial, and yet the very same that was now so unutterably grievous to be borne. The days of the far-off future would toil onward, still with the same burden for her to take up, and bear along with her, but never to fling down; for the accumulating days, and added years, would pile up their misery upon the heap of shame.

Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart!

Death possesses a good deal, of real estate, namely, the graveyard in every town.

It is my opinion that a man's soul may be buried and perish under a dung-heap, or in a furrow field, just as well as under a pile of money.

Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.