If there be any truer measure of a man than by what he does, it must be by what he gives.
Innocence is like polished armor; it adorns and defends.
It is idleness that creates impossibilities; and where people don't care to do anything, they shelter themselves under a permission that it cannot be done.
Most of the appearance of mirth in the world is not mirth, it is art. The wounded spirit is not seen, but walks under a disguise.