A great city is not to be confounded with a populous one.

A friend is a second self.

All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.

To the query, 'What is a friend?' his reply was 'A single soul dwelling in two bodies.'

'Twas on a sunny summer day I trod a mighty city's street, And when I started on my way My heart was full of fancies sweet; But soon, as nothing could be seen,…

For greatness after all, in spite of its name, appears to be not so much a certain size as a certain quality in human lives. It may be present in lives whose r…

Ask a great money-maker what he wants to do with his money, - he never knows. He doesn't make it to do anything with it. He gets it only that he may get it. 'W…