The one prudence in life is concentration; the one evil is dissipation: and it makes no difference whether our dissipations are coarse or fine; property and its cares, friends and a social habit, or politics, or music, or feasting. Everything is good which takes away one plaything and delusion more, and drives us home to add one stroke of faithful work.

Now every one must do after his kind, be he asp or angel, and these must.

The remedy for all blunders, the cure of blindness, the cure of crime, is love.

Cultivate the habit of being grateful... and ...give thanks continuously.

Patience and fortitude conquer all things.

Life is a festival only to the wise. Seen from the nook and chimneyside of prudence, it wears a ragged and dangerous front.

There can be no excess to love, none to knowledge, none to beauty.