Men of genius are often dull and inert in society as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning – an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.
Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person’s mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.
Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close Something attempted, something done, has earned a night’s repose.