True art is reverent imitation of God.

There is often as much independence in not being led as in not being driven.

Anxiety is the poison of human life; the parent of many sins and of more miseries. In a world where everything is doubtful, and where we may be disappointed, and be blessed in disappointment, why this restless stir and commotion of mind? Can it alter the cause, or unravel the mystery of human events?

Some men are born old, and some men never seem so. If we keep well and cheerful, we are always young and at last die in youth even when in years would count as old.

Indolence is the dry rot of even a good mind and a good character; the practical uselessness of both. It is the waste of what might be a happy and useful life.

There is nothing so elastic as the human mind. The more we are obliged to do, the more we are able to accomplish.

This world is the land of the dying; the next is the land of the living.