The tragedy of life is not so much what men suffer, but rather what they miss.

Happy season of virtuous youth, when shame is still an impassable barrier, and the sacred air-cities of hope have not shrunk into the mean clay hamlets of reality; and man, by his nature, is yet infinite and free.

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

The glory of a workman, still more of a master workman, that he does his work well, ought to be his most precious possession; like the honor of a soldier, dearer to him than life.

All evil is like a nightmare; the instant you stir under it, the evil is gone.

The greatest of all heroes is One--whom we do not name here! Let sacred silence meditate that sacred matter; you will find it the ultimate perfection of a principle extant throughout man's whole history on earth.

Laughter is one of the very privileges of reason, being confined to the human species.