None of the affections have been noted to fascinate and bewitch but envy.
To let friendship die away by negligence and silence is certainly not wise. It is voluntarily to throw away one of the greatest comforts of the weary pilgrimage.
Nothing flatters a man as much as the happiness of his wife; he is always proud of himself as the source of it.
Character building begins in our infancy and continues until death.
Nay, number itself in armies importeth not much, where the people is of weak courage; for, as Virgil saith, It never troubles the wolf how many the sheep be.
There are German songs which can make a stranger to the language cry.
The trees are about to show us how lovely it is to let things go.
The good lawyer is not the man who has an eye to every side and angle of contingency, and qualifies all his qualifications, but who throws himself on your part so heartily, that he can get you out of a scrape.
If all misfortunes were laid in one common heap whence everyone must take an equal portion, most people would be contented to take their own and depart.
All murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.
Be careful the environment you choose for it will shape you; be careful the friends you choose for you will become like them.
As far as I knew white women were never lonely, except in books. White men adored them, Black men desired them and Black women worked for them.
To solve a problem or to reach a goal, you don’t need to know all the answers in advance. But you must have a clear idea of the problem or the goal you want to reach.
Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it.
Human beings must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.
Familiarity breeds contempt and children.
Paradise Lost is a book that, once put down, is very hard to pick up again.
The torpid artist seeks inspiration at any cost, by virtue or by vice, by friend or by fiend, by prayer or by wine.
The pen is the tongue of the mind.
Having each some shingles of thought well dried, we sat and whittled them.
The sea, washing the equator and the poles, offers its perilous aid, and the power and empire that follow it… Beware of me, it says, but if you can hold me, I am the key to all the lands.
