With a strong purpose, and no plans, there were few who could resist what, in her circle, she willed; not even a youth who would gaily have marched to the scaffold rather than stand behind a counter.

A purpose wedded to plans may easily suffer shipwreck; but an unfettered purpose that moulds circumstances as they arise, masters us, and is terrible.

Character melts to it, like metal in the steady furnace.

The projector of plots is but a miserable gambler and votary of chances.

Of a far higher quality is the will that can subdue itself to wait, and lay no petty traps for opportunity.