Health, south wind, books, old trees, a boat, a friend.

Faith makes us, and not we it; and faith makes its own forms.

Why needs a man be rich? Why must he have horses, fine garments, handsome apartments, access to public houses, and places of amusement? Only for want of thought.

No man gains credit for his cowardly courtesies.

Men have looked away from themselves and at things so long that they have come to esteem the religious, learned and civil institutions as guards of property, and they deprecate assaults on these, because they feel them to be assaults on property. They measure their esteem of each other by what each has, and not by what each is.

No matter how often defeated, you are born to victory.

Persecution readily knits friendship between its victims.