There is a capacity of virtue in us, and there is a capacity of vice to make your blood creep.

Those who have ruled human destinies, like planets, for thousands of years, were not handsome men.

Gross and obscure natures, however decorated, seem impure shambles; but character gives splendor to youth, and awe to wrinkled skin and gray hairs.

The soul contains the event that shall befall it, for the event is only the actualization of its thoughts; and what we pray to ourselves for is always granted.

A man is like a bit of Labrador spar, which has no lustre as you turn it in your hand until you come to a particular angle; then it shows deep and beautiful colors. There is no adaptation or universal applicability in men, but each has his special Talent, and the mastery of Successful men consists in adroitly keeping themselves where and when that turn shall be oftenest to be practiced.

Things bring their own philosophy with them, that is, prudence.

O friend, never strike sail to a fear! Come into port greatly, or sail with God the seas.