His friends were those of his own blood or those whom he had known the longest; his affections, like ivy, were the growth of time, they implied no aptness in the object.

The essence of love is kindness.

There's never a man looked me between the eyes and seen a good day a'terward.

I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

Make up your mind to be happy.

There are two things that men should never weary of, goodness and humility; we get none too much of them in this rough world among cold, proud people.

Doubtless the world is quite right in a million ways; but you have to be kicked about a little to convince you of the fact.