It is the strange fate of man, that even in the greatest of evils the fear of the worst continues to haunt him.

Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.

To tremble before anticipated evils is to bemoan what thou hast never lost.

For a man to achieve all that is demanded of him he must regard himself as greater than he is.

Wood burns because it has the proper stuff in it; and a man becomes famous because he has the proper stuff in him.

If a man writes a book, let him set down only what he knows. I have guesses enough of my own.