O thou who art able to write a book which once in the two centuries or oftener there is a man gifted to do, envy not him whom they name city-builder, and inexpressibly pity him whom they name conqueror or city-burner.

Silence is more eloquent than words.

Worship is transcendent wonder.

For suffering and enduring there is no remedy, but striving and doing.

Piety does not mean that a man should make a sour face about things, and refuse to enjoy in moderation what his Maker has given.

To the vulgar eye, few things are wonderful that are not distant

There is a perennial nobleness, and even sacredness, in work. Were he never so benighted, forgetful of his high calling, there is always hope in a man that actually and earnestly works: in idleness alone there is perpetual despair.