A man finds he has been wrong at every stage of his career, only to deduce the astonishing conclusion that he is at last entirely right.

If your morals make you dreary, depend upon it they are wrong.

Keep your fears to yourself, but share your courage with others.

Benjamin Franklin went through life an altered man because he once paid too dearly for a penny whistle. My concern springs usually from a deeper source, to wit, from having bought a whistle when I did not want one.

Every man has a sane spot somewhere.

I had learned to dwell with pleasure as a beloved daydream on the thought of the separation of these elements. If each I told myself could be housed in separate identities life would be relieved of all that was unbearable the unjust might go his way delivered from the aspirations and remorse of his more upright twin and the just could walk steadfastly and securely on his upward path doing the good things in which he found his pleasure and no longer exposed to disgrace and penitence by the hands of this extraneous evil.

No human being ever spoke of scenery for above two minutes at a time, which makes me suspect that we hear too much of it in literature.