Our globe discovers its bidden virtues, not only in heroes and arch-angels, but in gossips and nurses.

The solitary knows the essence of the thought, the scholar in society only its fair face.

Do that which you fear to do, and the fear will die.

The ship of heaven guides itself and will not accept a wooden rudder.

For the world was built in order around the atoms march in tune; Rhyme the pipe, and Time the warder, The sun obeys them, and the moon.

The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.

The less a man thinks or knows about his virtues, the better we like him.