By nature man hates change; seldom will he quit his old home till it has actually fallen around his ears.

The person who cannot laugh is not only ready for treason, and deceptions, their whole life is already a treason and deception.

Thought, true labor of any kind, highest virtue itself, is it not the daughter of Pain?

Laissez-faire, supply and demand-one begins to be weary of all that. Leave all to egotism, to ravenous greed of money, of pleasure, of applause-it is the gospel of despair.

No amount of ability is of the slightest avail without honor.

The cut of a garment speaks of intellect and talent and the color of temperament and heart.

We are not altogether here to tolerate. We are here to resist, to control and vanquish withal.