Adult males are what their moms designed them.

You cannot give anything to a magnanimous person. After you have served him, he at once puts you in debt by his magnanimity.

So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, 'Thou must,' The youth whispers, 'I can.

Whatever limits us we call fate.

Nor knowest thou what argument Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent. All are needed by each one; Nothing is fair or good alone.

Who does not sometimes envy the good and the brave, who are no more to suffer from the tumults of the natural world, and await with curious complacency the speedy term of his own conversation with finite nature?

Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members.