“He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times.”

In the ardor of pursuit men soon forget the goal from which they start.

In the society, where people are just parts in a larger machine, individuals are unable to develop fully.

Appearance rules the world.

To know thyself- in others self-concern; Would’st thou know others? read thyself–and learn!

The zeal of friends it is that razes me, And not the hate of enemies.

Illusion is brief, but repentance is long.

Votes should be weighed not counted.

He that is over-cautious will accomplish but very little.

In a narrow circle the mind grows narrow. The more one expands, the larger their aims.

A childlike mind in its simplicity practises that science of good to which the wise may be blind.

Individual character is in the right that is in strict consistence with itself. Self-contradiction is the only wrong.

The iron chain and the silken cord are both equally bonds.

Dear is my friend–yet from my foe, as from my friend, comes good: My friend shows what I can do, and my foe what I should.

The dream is short, repentance long.

Cling to thy native land, for it is the land of thy fathers?

Without a home must the soldier go, a changeful wanderer, and can warm himself at no home-lit hearth.

My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.

And surely one of the best rules in conversation is, never to say a thing which any of the company can reasonably wish had been left unsaid.

It’s always best to tell the truth.

The best time to plan a book is while you’re doing the dishes.

If you waste your time and energy on things that don’t matter in the outcome of the game, then when you get to the game you’re not going to give your teammates the best that you have to offer.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, ‘A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery.

What ever the motive for the insult, it is always best to overlook it; for folly doesn’t deserve resentment, and malice is punished by neglect.