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

Of cheerfulness, or a good temper - the more it is spent, the more of it remains.

Tis the old secret of the gods that they come in low disguises.

Neither you nor the world knows what you can do until you have tried.

Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in.

The way to write is to throw your body at the mark when your arrows are spent.

Of course, money will do after its kind, and will steadily work to unspiritualize and unchurch the people to whom it was bequeathed.