Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness.
Time is the silent, never-resting thing ... rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing oceantide, on which we and all the universe swim.
Thirty millions, mostly fools.
Nine-tenths of the miseries and vices of mankind proceed from idleness.
Evil and good are everywhere, like shadow and substance; inseparable (for men) yet not hostile, only opposed.
Man makes circumstances, and spiritually as well as economically, is the artificer of his own fortune.