What is life but the angle of vision? A man is measured by the angle at which he looks at objects.

We are all inventors, each sailing out on a voyage of discovery, guided each by a private chart, of which there is no duplicate. The world is all gates, all opportunities.

I look on that man as happy, who, when there is question of success, looks into his work for a reply.

That man is idle who can do something better.

A man in a cave or in a camp, a nomad, will die with no more estate than the wolf or the horse leaves.

Romeo, of dead, should be cut up into little stars to make the heavens fine. Life, with this pair, has no other aim, asks no more,than Juliet,--than Romeo.

Liberty is a slow fruit.