For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind.

Every man has a choice between love of truth and love of repose. Love of repose brings him a solid reputation and peaceful life; love of truth keeps him in suspense. A man who loves truth respects the highest law of his being.

Higher than the question of our duration is the question of our deserving. Immortality will come to such as are fit for it, and he would be a great soul in future must be a great soul now.

God will have life to be real; we will be damned, but it shall be theatrical.

As a cure for worrying, work is better than whiskey.

Every man is an infinitely repelling orb, and holds his individual being on that condition.

The squirrel hoards nuts and the bee gathers honey, without knowing what they do, and they are thus provided for without selfishness or disgrace.