A man willing to work, and unable to find work, is perhaps the saddest sight that fortune's inequality exhibits under this sun.

Wealth of a man is the number of things which he loves and blesses which he is loved and blessed by.

A man's felicity consists not in the outward and visible blessing of fortune, but in the inward and unseen perfections and riches of the mind.

Produce, produce! Were it but the pitifulest, infinitesimal fraction of a product, produce it in God's name. 'Tis the utmost thou hast in thee? Out with it then! Up, up! Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy whole might.

Speech is silver, silence is golden.

We call that fire of the black thunder-cloud "electricity," and lecture learnedly about it, and grind the like of it out of glass and silk: but what is it? What made it? Whence comes it? Whither goes it?

Biography is the only true history.