To believe in luck ... is skepticism.
God enters by a private door into every individual.
Life is a festival only to the wise. Seen from the nook and chimneyside of prudence, it wears a ragged and dangerous front.
I have thought a sufficient measure of civilization is the influence of good women.
Concentration is the secret of srength.
When I go into the garden with a spade and dig a bed I feel such an exhilaration and health that I discover that I have been defrauding myself all this time in letting others do for me what I should have done with my own hands.