One who is contented with what he has done will never become famous for what he will do. He has laid down to die, and the grass is already growing over him.
Contentment is not happiness. An oyster may be contented.
No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities.
We make way for the man who boldly pushes past us.
The highest excellence is seldom attained in more than one vocation. The roads leading to distinction in separate pursuits diverge, and the nearer we approach the one, the farther we recede from the other.
There is probably no hell for authors in the next world – they suffer so much from critics and publishers in this.
A book should be luminous, but not voluminous.
The use we make of our fortune determines as to its sufficiency. A little is enough if used wisely, and too much if expended foolishly.
An eager pursuit of fortune is inconsistent with a severe devotion to truth. The heart must grow tranquil before the thought can become searching.
Truth, like the sun, submits to be obscured; but like the sun, only for a time.