To Deny The Freedom Of The Will

If You Think You Can Temper Yourself Into Manliness By Sitting Here Over Your Books, It Is The Very Silliest Fancy That Ever Tempted A Young Man To His Ruin. You Cannot Dream Yourself Into A Character; You Must Hammer And Forge Yourself One.

Men Are Made By Nature Unequal. It Is Vain, Therefore, To Treat Them As If They Were Equal.

Look Not To Have Your Sepulchre Built In After Ages Hy The Same Foolish Hands Which Still Ever Destroy The Living Prophet. Small Honour For You If They Do Build It; And May Be They Never Will Build It.

Beautiful Is Old Age—beautiful As The Slow-dropping Mellow Autumn Of A Rich Glorious Summer. In The Old Man, Nature Has Fulfilled Her Work; She Loads Him With Blessings; She Fills Him With The Fruits Of A Well-spent Life; And, Surrounded By His Children And His Children's Children, She Rocks Him Softly Away To A Grave, To Which He Is Followed With Blessings. God Forbid We Should Not Call It Beautiful.

I Scarcely Know A Professional Man I Can Like, And Certainly Not One Who Has Been What The World Calls Successful, That I Should The Least Wish To Resemble.