Discontent is want of self-reliance; it is infirmity of will.
As a cure for worrying, work is better than whiskey.
Drive out Nature with a fork, she comes running back.
We are very near to greatness: one step and we are safe; can we not take the leap?
The clergyman who lives in the city may have piety, but he must have taste.
That which we are, we are all the while teaching, not voluntarily, but involuntarily.