William Penn

I expect to pass through life but once. If therefore there be any kindness I can show…let me do it now.- William Penn

Method goes far to prevent trouble in business: for it makes the task easy, hinders confusion, saves abundance of time, and instructs those that have business depending, both what to do and what to hope.

He that lives to forever, never fears dying.

Every stroke our fury strikes is sure to hit ourselves at last.

Passion is a sort of fever in the mind, which ever leaves us weaker than it found us.

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.

Oaths are but words, and words are but wind.

The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.

Once you truly understand that it is okay to lose or fail, you are free, you have nothing to fear, and only then, can nothing in this world hold you back.

Beauty without expression is boring.

It doesn’t matter that your dream came true if you spent your whole life sleeping.

The best effort of a fine person is felt after we have left their presence.

After a few months’ acquaintance with European coffee, one’s mind weakens, and his faith with it, and he begins to wonder if the rich beverage of home, with its clotted layer of yellow cream on top of it, is not a mere dream after all, and a thing which never existed.

Prudence is an attitude that keeps life safe, but does not often make it happy.

Heroism works in contradiction to the voice of mankind and in contradiction, for a time, to the voice of the great and good. Heroism is an obedience to a secret impulse of an individual.

Revolutions have never lightened the burden of tyranny: they have only shifted it to another shoulder.

If you can’t get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you’d best teach it to dance.

You teach your daughters the diameters of the planets and wonder when you are done that they do not delight in your company.

To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning.

After the first blush of sin comes its indifference.

Nothing is so exhilarating in life as to be shot at with no result.