Not on morality, but on cookery, let us build our stronghold: there brandishing our frying-pan, as censer, let us offer sweet incense to the Devil, and live at ease on the fat things he has provided for his elect!
There is but one thing without honor, smitten with eternal barrenness, inability to do or to be,-insincerity, unbelief.
Know what thou canst work at, and work at it like a Hercules.
All work is as seed sown; it grows and spreads, and sows itself anew.
Teaching school is but another word for sure and not very slow destruction.
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The greatest mistake is to imagine that we never err.
The person who cannot laugh is not only ready for treason, and deceptions, their whole life is already a treason and deception.
Laughter is the cipher key wherewith we decipher the whole man.
Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom.
Habit is the deepest law of human nature.
All men, if they work not as in the great taskmaster’s eye, will work wrong, and work unhappily for themselves and for you.
Biography is the most universally pleasant and profitable of all reading.
A person with a clear purpose will make progress, even on the roughest road. A person with no purpose will make no progress, even on the smoothest road.
The barrenest of all mortals is the sentimentalist.
Freedom is the one purport, wisely aimed at, or unwisely, of all man’s struggles, toilings and sufferings, in this earth.
Wise man was he who counselled that speculation should have free course, and look fearlessly towards all the thirty-two points of the compass, whithersoever and howsoever it listed.
With union grounded on falsehood and ordering us to speak and act lies, we will not have anything to do. Peace? A brutal lethargy is peaceable; the noisome is peaceable. We hope for a living peace, not a dead one!
Terror itself, when once grown transcendental, becomes a kind of courage; as frost sufficiently intense, according to the poet Milton, will burn.
The true eye for talent presupposes the true reverence for it.