When men and woman die, as poets sung, his heart's the last part moves, her last, the tongue.
The problem with doing nothing is not knowing when you're finished.
I looked around for God's judgments, but saw no signs of them.
Experience is the best teacher, but a fool will learn from no other.
I have thought that wild flowers might be the alphabet of angels, — whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious truths, which it is not given our fallen nature to understand.
And where is the Prince who can afford to so cover his country with troops for its defense, as that ten thousand men descending from the clouds, might not in many places do an infinite deal of mischief, before a force could be brought together to repel them?