“Nothing dies so hard, or rallies so often as intolerance.”

Happiness is not the end of life: character is.

Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?

The law is a battery, which protects all that is behind it, but sweeps with destruction all that is outside.

It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Work is healthy; you can hard put more upon a man than he can bear. Worry is rust upon the blade. It is not the revolution that destroys the machinery, but the friction.

Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.

Joy is more divine than sorrow, for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine.

Ones best success comes after their greatest disappointments.

The thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.

No man is more cheated than the selfish man.

The real man is one who always finds excuses for others, but never excuses himself.

The Bible is God’s chart for you to steer by, to keep you from the bottom of the sea, and to show you where the harbor is, and how to reach it without running on rocks or bars.

A little library, growing every year, is an honorable part of a man’s history. It is a man’s duty to have books.

Repentance is another name for aspiration.

In the family, happiness is in the ratio in which each is serving the others, seeking one another’s good, and bearing one another’s burdens.

The meanest thing in the world is the devil.

A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week.

Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.

Love is a job doer and a man slayer. Both equally efficient, until the taste of it is most felt on the cold side of the ribs.

If a man dies when you hang him, keep hanging him until he gets used to it.

If we say that we have no sin, We deceive ourselves, and there’s no truth in us. Why then belike we must sin, And so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death.

It is better to live rich than to die rich.

A common soldier will make an empire, but he will eventually meet his fate and be condemned to the Great Rock.

Argentine political life is like the life of an ant community or an African forest tribe: full of events, full of crisis and deaths, but life is always cyclical, and the year ends as it begins.

The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.