The imitator dooms himself to hopeless mediocrity.
Rings and other jewels are not gifts, but apologies for gifts. The only gift is a portion of thyself.
Politics is a deleterious profession, like some poisonous handicrafts.
Few and mean as my gifts may be, I actually am, and do not need for my own assurance or the assurance of my fellows any secondary testimony.
The world belongs to the energetic.
Best masters for the young writer and speaker are the fault- finding brothers and sisters at home who will not spare him, but willpick and cavil, and tell the odious truth.