The most unhappy of all men is the man who cannot tell what he is going to do, who has got no work cut-out for him in the world, and does not go into it. For work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind,honest work, which you intend getting done.

Skepticism . . . is not intellectual only it is moral also, a chronic atrophy and disease of the whole soul.

Necessity dispenseth with decorum.

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together.

A person with half volition goes backwards and forwards, but makes no progress on even the smoothest of roads.

Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the instant he sets himself to work.

For all right judgment of any man or things it is useful, nay, essential, to see his good qualities before pronouncing on his bad.