Shy and proud men are more liable than any others to fall into the hands of parasites and creatures of low character. For in the intimacies which are formed by shy men, they do not choose, but are chosen.

We figure to ourselves The thing we like, and then we build it up As chance will have it, on the rock or sand: For Thought is tired of wandering o'er the world, And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore.

Conscience is, in most men, an anticipation of the opinion of others.

The world knows nothing of its greatest men.

The hope, and not the fact, of advancement, is the spur to industry.

He who gives what he would as readily throw away, gives without generosity; for the essence of generosity is in self sacrifice.