I find that the Americans have no passions, they have appetites.

A home kept to the end of display is impossible to all but a few women, and their success is dearly bought.

The virtue of books is to be readable.

So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, 'Thou must,' The youth whispers, 'I can.

The manly part is to do with might and main what you can do.

The things we now esteem fixed shall, one by one, detach themselves, like ripe fruit, from our experience, and fall. The wind shall blow them none knows whither.

One thing is forever good; That one thing is Success.