One must not try to trick misfortune, but resign oneself to it with good grace.

I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it—but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.

Not all storms come to disrupt your life. Some come to clear your path.

To me there has never been a higher source of earthly honor or distinction than that connected with advances in science.

Duty, honor, country. Those three hallowed words dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be.

Truly, to tell lies is not honorable; but when the truth entails tremendous ruin, to speak dishonorably is pardonable.

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.

All the great things are simple, and many can be expressed in a single word: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope.

So it is more useful to watch a man in time of peril, and in adversity to discern what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask it torn off, reality remains.

If all our misfortunes were laid in one common heap, whence every one must take an equal portion, most people would be contented to take their own and depart.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.