If eyes were made for seeing, then beauty is its own excuse for being.

The finished man of the world must eat of every apple at once. He must hold his hatreds also at arm's length, and not remember spite. He has neither friends nor enemies, but values men only as channels of power.

We see young men who owe us a new world, so readily and lavishly they promise, but they never acquit the debt; they die young anddodge the account: or if they live, they lose themselves in the crowd.

There is no prosperity, trade, art, city, or great material wealth of any kind, but if you trace it home, you will find it rooted in a thought of some individual man.

All promise outruns performance.

Every word which is used to express a moral or intellectual fact, if traced to its root, is found to be borrowed from some material appearance.

The reason why men do not obey us, is because they see the mud at the bottom of our eye.