Let us shun everything, which might tend to efface the primitive lineaments of our individuality. Let us reflect that each one of us is a thought of God.

We are rich only through what we give.

In youth, grief comes with a rush and overflow, but it dries up, too, like the torrent. In the winter of life it remains a miserable pool, resisting all evaporation.

People read every thing nowadays, except books.

Strength alone knows conflict, weakness is born vanquished.

Men do not go out to meet misfortune as we do. They learn it; and we--we divine it.

There is, by God's grace, an immeasurable distance between late and too late.