These are my politics: to change what we can; to better what we can; but still to bear in mind that man is but a devil weakly fettered by some generous beliefs and impositions; and for no word however sounding, and no cause however just and pious, to relax the stricture on these bonds.

Love- what is love? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair

Had be been Shakespeare, he would then have written Troilus and Cressidato brand the offending sex; but being only a little dog, he began to bite them.

Every heart that has beat strongly and cheerfully has left a hopeful impulse behind it in the world, and bettered the tradition of mankind.

Do not measure success by today's harvest. Measure success by the seeds you plant today.

Vanity dies hard; in some obstinate cases it outlives the man.

The spirit, Sir, is one of mockery.