The day is always his, who works in it with serenity and great aims.
Souls are not saved in bundles.
Can anybody remember when the times were not hard and money not scarce?
The world is his who can see through its pretension. What deafness, what stone-blind custom, what overgrown error you behold, is there only by sufferance,--by your sufferance. See it to be a lie, and you have already dealt it its mortal blow.
What we seek we shall find; what we flee from flees from us.
Courage of the soldier awakes the courage of woman.