Tis good-will makes intelligence.

Every man in his lifetime needs to thank his faults.

If you visit your friend, why need you apologize for not having visited him, and waste his time and deface your own act? Visit him now.

There is a power in love to divine another's destiny better than that other can, and by heroic encouragements, hold him to his task. What has friendship so signal as its sublime attraction to whatever virtue is in us?

What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.

The right merchant is one who has the just average of faculties we call common sense; a man of a strong affinity for facts, who makes up his decision on what he has seen. He is thoroughly persuaded of the truths of arithmetic. There is always a reason, in the man, for his good or bad fortune in making money. Men talk as if there were some magic about this. He knows that all goes on the old road, pound for pound, cent for cent - for every effect a perfect cause - and that good luck is another name for tenacity of purpose.

A weed is a plant we've found no use for yet.