Every man has a coward and hero in his soul.
A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.
Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind.
Fame, we may understand, is no sure test of merit, but only a probability of such; it is an accident, not a property of man.
The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die.
There is always hope in a man that actually and earnestly works: in Idleness alone is there perpetual despair.