Light, when suddenly let in, dazzles and hurts and almost blinds us: but this soon passes away, and it seems to become the only element we can exist in.

The cross was two pieces of dead wood; and a helpless, unresisting Man was nailed to it; yet it was mightier than the world, and triumphed, and will ever triumph over it.

The feeling is often the deeper truth, the opinion the more superficial one.

In a mist the heights can for the most part see each other; but the valleys cannot.

We look to our last sickness for repentance, unmindful that it is during a recovery men repent, not during a sickness.

I like the smell of a dunged field, and the tumult of a popular election.

Many actions, like the Rhone, have two sources,--one pure, the other impure.