No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, who’s made the master of his destiny.
What shall he fear that does not fear death.
That which is so universal as death must be a benefit.
What reason, like the careful ant, draws laboriously together, the wind of accident sometimes collects in a moment.
No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand.
The lamp of genius burns quicker than the lamp of life.
Have Love. Not love alone for one, but man as man they brother call; and scatter like the circling sun thy charities on all.
Historians are prophets with their face turned backward.
Full of wisdom are the ordinations of fate.
The joke loses everything when the joker laughs himself.
Honesty prospers in every condition of life.
Speech is always bolder than action.
Ever building, building to the clouds, still building higher, and never reflecting that the poor narrow basis cannot sustain the giddy tottering column.
He cannot complain of a hard sentence, who is made master of his own fate.
To one, science is an exalted goddess; to another it is a cow which provides him with butter.
Appearance rules the world.
Revenge is barren of itself: it is the dreadful food it feeds on; its delight is murder, and its end is despair.
The greater part of humanity is too much harassed and fatigued by the struggle with want, to rally itself for a new and sterner struggle with error.
The strong man is strongest when alone.
The voice of the majority is no proof of justice.