The mass of men worry themselves into nameless graves while here and there a great unselfish soul forgets himself into immortality.

Solitude is impractical, and society fatal. We must keep our head in the one and our hands in the other. The conditions are met, if we keep our independence, yet do not lose our sympathy.

Open the doors of opportunity to talent and virtue and they will do themselves justice, and property will not be in bad hands.

Delicious is a just and firm encounter of two in a thought, in a feeling.

I cannot forgive a scholar his homeless despondency.

One of the illusions of life is that the present hour is not the critical decisive hour. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year. He only is right who owns the day, and no one owns the day who allows it to be invaded by worry, fret and anxiety. Finish every day, and be done with it. You have done what you could.

You shall have joy, or you shall have power, said God; you shall not have both.