Must we always talk for victory, and never once for truth, for comfort, and joy?

Things are in the saddle. And ride mankind.

Men have sometimes exchanged names with their friends, as if they would signify that in their friend each loved his own soul.

No man gains credit for his cowardly courtesies.

We are rich only through what we give, and poor only through what we refuse.

The pest of society are the egotist, they are dull and bright, sacred and profane, course and fine. It is a disease that like the flu falls on all constitutions.

The objection to conforming to usages that have become dead to you is, that it scatters your force.