Why should we fear to be crushed by savage elements, we who are made up of the same elements?

The finest poems of the world have been expedients to get bread.

The multitude of the sick shall not make us deny the existence of health.

Things have their laws as well as men, and things refuse to be trifled with.

We cannot render benefits to those from whom we receive them, or only seldom. But the benefits we receive must be rendered again line for line, deed for deed to somebody.

As we grow old... the beauty steals inward.

We do not count a man's years until he has nothing else to count.

Within, I do not find wrinkles and used heart, but unspent youth.

He is great who is what he is from nature and who never reminds us of others.

We cannot forgive another for not being ourselves.