Our strength grows out of our weakness.

We read often with as much talent as we write.

Thus grows up fashion, an equivocal semblance, the most puissant, the most fantastic and frivolous, the most feared and followed, and which morals and violence assault in vain.

Life is a festival only to the wise. Seen from the nook and chimneyside of prudence, it wears a ragged and dangerous front.

God will have life to be real; we will be damned, but it shall be theatrical.

Let not the tie be mercenary, though the service is measured in money. Make yourself necessary to somebody. Do not make life hard to any.

Out of sleeping a waking, Out of waking a sleep.