We do not quite forgive a giver. The hand that feeds us is in some danger of being bitten.

Every man is a consumer, and ought to be a producer. He is by constitution expensive, and needs to be rich.

Do not speak of God much. After a very little conversation on the highest nature, thought deserts us and we run into formalism.

The book of nature is the book of fate. She turns the gigantic pages, leaf after leaf never returning one.

A determined man, by his very attitude and the tone of his voice, puts a stop to defeat, and begins to conquer.

Man is the dwarf of himself.

The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple.