It is the fine souls who serve us, and not what is called fine society. Fine society is only a self-protection against the vulgarities of the street and the tavern.

I think no virtue goes with size.

God may forgive sins, he said, but awkwardness has no forgiveness in heaven or earth.

But whoso is heroic must find crises to try his edge. Human virtue demands her champions and martyrs, and the trial of persecution always proceeds.

There the great Planter plants Of fruitful worlds the grain, And with a million spells enchants The souls that walk in pain.

Speak the affirmative; emphasize your choice by utter ignoring of all that you reject.

When friendships are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work , but the solidest thing we know.