A man in debt is so far a slave.

A person's life is limited but serving the people is limitless. I want to devote my limited life to serving the people limitlessly.

To believe in luck, if it were not a solecism so to use the word believe, is skepticism.

We lie in the lap of immense intelligence.

The walls of rude minds are scrawled all over with facts, with thoughts. They shall one day bring a lantern and read the inscriptions.

The mind is a finer body, and resumes its functions of feeding, digesting, absorbing, excluding, and generating, in a new and ethereal element. Here, in the brain, is all the process of alimentation repeated, in the acquiring, comparing, digesting, and assimilating of experience. Here again is the mystery of generation repeated.

A man must be in sympathy with society around him, or else, not wish to be in sympathy with it. If neither of these two, he must be wretched.