The pen has shaken nations.

A good book is the best of friends, the same today and forever.

How dear to the mind of the sage are the thoughts that are bred in loneliness; for there is as it were music at his heart, and he talketh within him as with friends.

The seeds of first instructions are dropp'd into the deepest furrows.

Economy, the poor man's mint.

Mind is a kingdom to the man who gathereth his pleasure from ideas.

Thought paceth like a hoary sage, but imagination hath wings as an eagle.

Pain adds rest unto pleasure, and teaches the luxury of health.

To be accurate, write; to remember, write; to know thine own mind, write. And a written prayer is a prayer of faith, special, sure, and to be answered.

Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure; the most are rather lovable than hateful.

Extravagance is the rich man's pitfall.

Yet is beauty the pleasing trickery that cheateth half the world.

Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yokefellow of eminence.

One single glance will conquer all descriptions.

Never give up! If adversity presses, Providence wisely has mingled the cup, And the best counsel, in all your distresses, Is the stout watchword of "Never give up."

Lies can destroy, but not create.

Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume.

Hatred is the atmosphere of hell.

Ridicule is a weak weapon when pointed at a strong mind; but common people are cowards and dread an empty laugh.