As a rule, he fights well who has wrongs to redress; but vastly better fights he who, with wrongs as a spur, has also steadily before him a glorious result in prospect – a result in which he can discern balm for wounds, compensation for valor, remembrance and gratitude in the event of death.

Men speak of dreaming as if it were a phenomenon of night and sleep. They should know better. All results achieved by us are self-promised, and all self-promises are made in dreams awake. Dreaming is the relief of labor, the wine that sustains us in act. We learn to love labor, not for itself, but for the opportunity it furnishes for dreaming, which is the great under-monotone of real life, unheard, unnoticed, because of its constancy. Living is dreaming. Only in the grave are there no dreams.

A man can carry his mind with him as he carries his watch; but like the watch, to keep it going he must keep it wound up. Of.

A word as to the pleasure there is in the thought of a Soul in each of us. In the first place, it robs death of its terrors by making dying a change for the better, and burial but the planting of a seed from which there will spring a new life.

The architect had not stopped to bother about columns and porticos, proportions or interiors, or any limitation upon the epic he sought to materialize; he had simply made a servant of Nature – art can go no further.

Heaven may be won, not by the sword, not by human wisdom, but by Faith, Love, and Good Works.

To begin a reform, go not into the places of the great and rich; go rather to those whose cups of happiness are empty – to the poor and humble.

A man is never so on trial as in the moment of excessive good fortune.

This soldiering thing sadly deadens that very good thing, humanity.

While craving justice for ourselves, it is never wise to be unjust to others.