May blessings be upon the head of Cadmus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented books.

Instead of saying that man is the creature of circumstance, it would be nearer the mark to say that man is the architect of circumstance.

The outer passes away; the innermost is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

The great silent man! Looking round on the noisy inanity of the world,--words with little meaning, actions with little worth,--one loves to reflect on the great Empire of Silence.

Every man has a coward and hero in his soul.

Not what I have, but what I do is my kingdom.

A man cannot make a pair of shoes rightly unless he do it in a devout manner.