The world has no room for cowards.

Some day...after I am dead, you may perhaps come to learn the right and wrong of this. I cannot tell you.

Saints are sinners who kept on going.

His past was fairly blameless; few men could read the rolls of their life with less apprehension; yet he was humbled to the dust by the many ill things he had done, and raised up again into sober and fearful gratitude by the many he had come so near to doing, yet avoided.

Sir, with no intention to take offence, I deny your right to put words into my mouth.

It is one thing to mortify curiosity, another to conquer it.

There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last.