“The poor man wants many things; the covetous man, all.”

Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity.

We are only what we are; not what we would be; nor every thing we hope for. We are but a step in a scale, that reaches further above us than below.

Dream tonight of peacock tails, Diamond fields and spouter whales. Ills are many, blessing few, But dreams tonight will shelter you.

Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.

The only true infidelity is for a live man to vote himself dead.

All things that God would have us do are hard for us to do–remember that–and hence, he oftener commands us than endeavours to persuade.

There is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself.

My body is but the lees of my better being.

There are some enterprises in which a careful disorderliness is the true method.

The worst of our evils we blindly inflict upon ourselves; our officers cannot remove them, even if they would.

Meditation and water are wedded for ever.

The eyes are the gateway to the soul.

Life’s a voyage that’s homeward bound.

All round and round does the world lie as in a sharp-shooter’s ambush, to pick off the beautiful illusions of youth, by the pitiless cracking rifles of the realities of age.

Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.

See how elastic our prejudices grow when once love comes to bend them.

If a man just stops to think what he has to praise God for, he will find there is enough to keep him singing praises for a week.

Women love an honest man.

God is not looking for men of great faith, He is looking for common men to trust His great faithfulness.

Every man is a damn fool for at least five minutes every day; wisdom consists in not exceeding the limit.

Who can sleep on the night that God became man?

Courage is contagious. When a brave man takes a stand, the spines of others are often stiffened.

It very seldom happens to a man that his business is his pleasure.

The men and women who are truly filled with light are those who have gazed deeply into the darkness of their own imperfect existence.