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

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.

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

The art of living easily as to money is to pitch your scale of living one degree below your means.