A well-written life is almost as rare as a well-spent one.

The insignificant, the empty, is usually the loud; and after the manner of a drum, is louder even because of its emptiness.

Evil, once manfully fronted, ceases to be evil; there is generous battle-hope in place of dead, passive misery; the evil itself has become a kind of good.

A man protesting against error is on the way towards uniting himself with all men that believe in truth.

What is philosophy but a continual battle against custom?

What are your historical Facts still more your biographical Wilt thou know a man by stringing-together beadrolls of what thou namest Facts

Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind.