The secret of fortune is joy in our hands. Welcome evermore to gods and men is the self-helping man. For him all doors are flung wide. Him all tongues greet, all honors crown, all eyes follow with desire. Our love goes out to him and embraces him because he did not need it.

We imperatively require a perception of and a homage to beauty in our companions. Other virtues are in request in the field and workyard, but a certain degree of taste is not to be spared in those we sit with.

That which we call sin in others is experiment for us.

The selfish man suffers more from his selfishness than he from whom that selfishness withholds some important benefit.

To be gret is to be misunderstood.

How much of human life is lost in waiting.

We pass for what we are.