So in writing, there is always a right word, and every other than that is wrong. There is no beauty in words except in their collocation. The effect of a fanciful word misplaced, is like that of a horn of exquisite polish growing on a human head.

He who has acquired the ability, may wait securely the occasion of making it felt and appreciated, and know that it will not loiter.

Mankind divides itself into two classes,--benefactors and malefactors. The second class is vast; the first a handful.

No great man ever complains of want of opportunity.

It is the dissenter, the theorist, the aspirant, who is quitting this ancient domain to embark on seas of adventure, who engages our interest. Omitting then for the present all notice of the stationary class, we shall find that the movement party divides itself into two classes, the actors, and the students.

Men's actions are too strong for them. Show me a man who has acted, and who has not been the victim and slave of his action.

We do not yet trust the unknown powers of thought. Whence came all these tools, inventions, book laws, parties, kingdoms? Out of the invisible world, through a few brains. The arts and institutions of men are created out of thought. The powers that make the capitalist are metaphysical, the force of method and force of will makes trade, and builds towns.