Wherever the truth is injured, defend it.

A man is like a bit of Labrador spar, which has no lustre as you turn it in your hand until you come to a particular angle; then it shows deep and beautiful colors. There is no adaptation or universal applicability in men, but each has his special Talent, and the mastery of Successful men consists in adroitly keeping themselves where and when that turn shall be oftenest to be practiced.

What is there of the divine in a load of brick? What ... in a barber shop? ... Much. All.

Success to the strongest, who are always, at last, the wisest and best.

Genius seems to consistent merely in trueness of sight.

Sickness is poor-spirited, and cannot serve anyone; it must husband its resources to live. But health or fullness answers its own ends, and has to spare, runs over, and inundates the neighborhoods and creeks of other men's necessities.

An ounce of action is worth a ton of theory.