A man is a beggar who only lives to the useful, and, however he may serve as a pin or rivet in the social machine, cannot be saidto have arrived at self-possession.

Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it

How much more the seeker of abstract truth, who needs periods of isolation, and rapt concentration, and almost a going out of thebody to think!

The secret of success lies never in the amount of money, but in the relation of income to outgo.

What is a man born for but to be a reformer, a remaker of what has been made, a denouncer of lies, a restorer of truth and good?

Every man in his lifetime needs to thank his faults.

Coal is a portable climate.