One monster there is in the world, the idle man.

Money will buy money's worth; but the thing men call fame, what is it?

A force as of madness in the hands of reason has done all that was ever done in the world.

Love not pleasure; love God. This is the Everlasting Yea, wherein all contradiction is solved.

Writing is a dreadful labor, yet not so dreadful as Idleness.

Once the mind has been expanded by a big idea, it will never go back to its original state.

True humor springs not more from the head than from the heart. It is not contempt; its essence is love. It issues not in laughter, but in still smiles, which lie far deeper.