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

Men wish to be saved from the mischiefs of their vices, but not from their vices.

Success to the strongest, who are always, at last, the wisest and best.

The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.

Fashion, though in a strange way, represents all manly virtue. It is virtue gone to seed: it is a kind of posthumous honor. It does not often caress the great, but the children of the great: it is a hall of the Past.

Only by obedience to his genius; only by the freest activity in the way constitutional to him, does an angel seem to arise beforea man, and lead him by the hand out of all the wards of the prison.

Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.