There is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.

Everyday courage has few witnesses. But yours is no less noble because no drum beats for you and no crowds shout your name.

We should strive to go on in fortune and misfortune like a clock during a thunderstorm.

Everyone lives by selling something.

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.

A Morning Prayer The day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and duties. Help us to play the man; help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces, let cheerfulness abound with industry. Give us to go blithely on our business all this day. Bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonored and grant us in the end the gift of sleep.

I wish these flies would piss off.