Nothing can be more shocking and horrid than one of our kitchens sprinkled with blood, and abounding with the cries of expiring victims or with the limbs of dead animals scattered or hung up here and there.

Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.

Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.

True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel.

A field of glory is a field for all.