Hope... is the companion of power, and the mother of success; for who so hopes has within him the gift of miracles.

Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.

The principal industrial excellence of the English people lay in their capacity of present exertion for a distant object.

Honorable industry always travels the same road with enjoyment and duty, and progress is altogether impossible without it.

When typhus or cholera breaks out, they tell us that Nobody is to blame. That terrible Nobody! How much he has to answer for. More mischief is done by Nobody than by all the world besides.

It is a mistake to suppose that men succeed through success; they much oftener succeed through failures. Precept, study, advice, and example could never have taught them so well as failure has done.

Diligence, above all, is the mother of good luck.