Never utter the truism but live it among men.

When we have arrived at the question, the answer is already near.

Solitude, the safeguard of mediocrity, is to genius the stern friend

The mass of men worry themselves into nameless graves while here and there a great unselfish soul forgets himself into immortality.

If we could have any security against moods! If the profoundest prophet could be holden to his words, and the hearer who is readyto sell all and join the crusade, could have any certificate that to-morrow his prophet shall not unsay his testimony!

We must hold a man amenable to reason for the choice of his daily craft or profession. It is not an excuse any longer for his deeds that they are the custom of his trade. What business has he with an evil trade?

Some men, at the approach of a dispute, neigh like horses.