The greatness that would make us grave, Is but an empty thing. What more than mirth would mortals have? The cheerful man's a king.

Fine feathers, they say, make fine birds.

How happy is the sailor's life, from coast to coast to roam; in every port he finds a wife, in every land a home.

Hope! thou nurse of young desire.

But if I'm content with a little, Enough is as good as a feast.

Young fellows will be young fellows.

Tis a sure sign work goes on merrily, when folks sing at it.

The secret of good architecture is having more than meets the eye.

Being the boss anywhere is lonely. Being a female boss in a world of mostly men is especially so.

Cruel irony, the poor man tormented with hunger feeds those who plead his case.

The race is long but in the end it is only with YOURSELF.

Weather tonight: dark. Turning partly light by morning.

In the struggle for existence, it is only on those who hang on for ten minutes after all is hopeless, that hope begins to dawn.

In small towns as well as large, good people outnumber bad people by 100 to 1. In big towns the 100 are nervous. But in small towns, it's the one.

I can't be left unsupervised.

For education among all kinds of men always has had, and always will have, an element of danger and revolution, of dissatisfaction and discontent.

You are Englishmen; mind your privileges, give not away your right.