There may be fairies, there may be elves, but God helps those who help themselves.
There is something wrong about the man who wants help. There is somewhere a defect, a want, in brief, a need, a crying need, somewhere about that man.
Unless we can help the world where we are, we could not help it if we were somewhere else.
To give aid to every poor man is far beyond the power and the advantage of any private person. For the riches of any private person are wholly inadequate to meet such a call.
The helpless can’t help the helpless.
In the absence of God he had found Man. Man killing man, man helping man, both of them anonymous: the scourge and the blessing.
In real life, help is given out of friendship, or it is not valued; it is received from the hand of friendship, or it is resented.
I help those who can help themselves.
Heaven’s help is better than early rising.
Don’t waste your courage. Use it where it can help.
Amid the pressure of great events, a general principle gives no help.
