Men judge us by the success of our efforts. God looks at the efforts themselves.

If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

Good-night, Dr. John; you are good, you are beautiful; but you are not mine. Good-night, and God bless you!

Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavor, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.

If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.

It is vain to say human beings might be satisfied with tranquillity; they must have action, and they will make it if they can not find it.