Manners are the happy ways of doing things; each one a stroke of genius or of love, now repeated and hardened into usage, they form at last a rich varnish, with which the routine of life is washed, and its details adorned. If they are superficial, so are the dew-drops which give such a depth to the morning meadows.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Dream delivers us to dream and there is no end to illusion.
In skating over thin ice, our safety is in our speed.
Those who have ruled human destinies, like planets, for thousands of years, were not handsome men.
The reason why men do not obey us, is because they see the mud at the bottom of our eye.
Nothing astonishes men so much as common sense and plain dealing.