They who talk much of destiny, their birth-star, etc., are in a lower dangerous plane, and invite the evils they fear.

Let the stoics say what they please, we do not eat for the good of living, but because the meat is savory and the appetite is keen.

The path of things is silent. Will they suffer a speaker to go with them?

No man gains credit for his cowardly courtesies.

I hate to be defended in a newspaper. As long as all that is said is said against me, I feel a certain assurance of success. But as soon as honeyed words of praise are spoken for me, I feel as one that lies unprotected before his enemies.

What is life but the angle of vision? A man is measured by the angle at which he looks at objects. What is life but what a man is thinking of all day? This is his fate and his employer. Knowing is the measure of the man. By how much we know, so we are.

Headwinds are sore vexations and the more passengers the sorer.