It is the superfluous things for which men sweat, - superfluous things that wear our togas theadbare, that force us to grow old in camp, that dash us upon foreign shores.

What nature requires is obtainable, and within easy reach. It is for the superfluous we sweat.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

Shall I tell you what the real evil is? To cringe to the things that are called evils, to surrender to them our freedom, in defiance of which we ought to face any suffering.

There are more things to alarm us than to harm us, and we suffer more often in apprehension than reality.

So live with men as if God saw you and speak to God, as if men heard you.