If it comes to a swinging, swing all, say I.

Sit loosely in the saddle.

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

Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.

Every book is, in an intimate sense, a circular-letter to the friends of him who writes it.

If your morals make you dreary, depend upon it they are wrong. I do not say "give them up," for they may be all you have; but conceal them like a vice, lest they should spoil the lives of better and simpler people.

If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also.