Little do ye know your own blessedness; for to travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour.

Going for character: why not now, and where you stand?

He is not dead, this friend; not dead, Gone some few, trifling steps ahead, And nearer to the end; So that you, too, once past the bend, Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend You fancy dead.

All sorts of allowances are made for the illusions of youth, and none, or almost none for the disenchantment of age.

The only noble thing a man can do with money is to build a schooner.

It is better to lose health like a spendthrift than to waste it like a miser.

There is but one art, to omit.