Passion, though a bad regulator, is a powerful spring.

A day is a miniature eternity.

It is one light which beams out of a thousand stars. It is one soul which animates all men.

The reason of idleness and of crime is the deferring of our hopes.

Our relations to each other are oblique and casual.

The crime which bankrupts men and states is job-work-declining from your main design, to serve a turn here and there. Nothing is beneath you, if it is in the direction of your life, nothing is great or desirable if it is off from that. I think we are entitled here to draw a straight line and say that society can never prosper but must always be bankrupts, until every man does that which he was created to do.

People with great gifts are easy to find, but symmetrical and balanced ones never.