There is a capacity of virtue in us, and there is a capacity of vice to make your blood creep.
Throb thine with Nature's throbbing breast.
Liberty is a slow fruit.
We must not tamper with the organic motion of the soul.
Go forth into the busy world and love it. Interest yourself in its life, mingle kindly with its joys and sorrows.
I look on that man as happy, who, when there is question of success, looks into his work for a reply.