After all, the commonplaces are the great poetic truths.

Every man has a sane spot somewhere.

Marriage is like life - it is a field of battle, not a bed of roses.

They say cowardice is infectious; but then argument is, on the other hand, a great emboldener.

Money alone is only a mean; it presupposes a man to use it. The rich man can go where he pleases, but perhaps please himself nowhere. He can buy a library or visit the whole world, but perhaps has neither patience to read nor intelligence to see.... The purse may be full and the heart empty. He may have gained the world and lost himself; and with all his wealth around him ... he may live as blank a life as any tattered ditcher.

The world has no room for cowards. We must all be ready somehow to toil, to suffer, to die.

Take care of each other.