“The high strength of men knows no content with limitation.”

In war, the first casualty is truth.

Rumours voiced by women come to nothing.

Many among men are they who set high the show of honor, yet break justice.

Courage! Suffering, when it climbs highest, lasts not long.

God loves to help him who strives to help himself.

Tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.

They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn.

It is always in season for old men to learn.

His resolve is not to seem, but to be, the best.

Married love between man and woman is bigger than oaths guarded by right of nature.

Self-will in the man who does not reckon wisely is by itself the weakest of all things.

Learning is ever in the freshness of its youth, even for the old.

For wherein is life sweet to him who suffers grief?

Many men who transgress justice, honor appearance over reality.

Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.

It is easy for the one who stands outside the prison-wall of pain to exhort and teach the one who suffers.

For to enter the palace of learning at the great gate requires an expense of time and forms, therefore men of much haste and little ceremony are content to get in by the back-door.

The book of nature is a fine and large piece of tapestry rolled up, which we are not able to see all at once, but must be content to wait for the discovery of its beauty, and symmetry, little by little, as it graduallly comes to be more and more unfolded, or displayed.

Sweet are the thoughts that savor of content: the quiet mind is richer than a crown.

For education among all kinds of men always has had, and always will have, an element of danger and revolution, of dissatisfaction and discontent.

Anyone in any walk of life who is content with mediocrity is untrue to himself and to American tradition.

He has the most who is most content with the least.

When I stopped caring about every other content creator, I became the best one.

What progress we are making. In the Middle Ages they would have burned me. Now they are content with burning my books.