Would we codify the laws that should reign in households, and whose daily transgression annoys and mortifies us, and degrades our household life, we must adorn every day with sacrifices. Good manners are made up of petty sacrifices.

The man in the street does not know a star in the sky.

Genius is its own end.

No man gains credit for his cowardly courtesies.

The power of a man increases steadily by continuing in one direction.

Happy is the house that shelters a friend.

Go into one of our cool churches, and begin to count the words that might be spared, and in most places the entire sermon will go.