Heaven often protects valuable souls charged with great secrets, great ideas, by long shutting them up with their own thoughts.

There is some awe mixed with the joy of our surprise, when this poet, who lived in some past world, two or three hundred years ago, says that which lies close to my own soul, that which I also had wellnigh thought and said.

The secret of success lies never in the amount of money, but in the relation of income to outgo.

The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck.

Each man reserves to himself alone the right of being tedious.

Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable variations.

Do not you see that every misfortune is misconduct; that every honour is desert; that every effort is an insolence of your own?...You carry your fortune in your own hand.