No person is important enough to make me angry.

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.

Show me the man you honor, and I will know what kind of man you are.

Manhood begins when we have in any way made truce with Necessity; begins even when we have surrendered to Necessity, as the most part only do; but begins joyfully and hopefully only when we have reconciled ourselves to Necessity; and thus, in reality, triumphed over it, and felt that in Necessity we are free.

The end of Man is an Action, and not a Thought, though it were the noblest?

Perfect ignorance is quiet, perfect knowledge is quiet; not so the transition from the former to the latter.

Of a truth, men are mystically united: a mystic bond of brotherhood makes all men one.