Hard workers are usually honest; industry lifts them above temptation.

Winter is the night of vegetation.

Rejecting the miracles of Christ, we still have the miracle of Christ Himself.

Neither love nor ambition, as it has often been shown, can brook a division of its empire in the heart.

What we call conscience in many instances, is only a wholesome fear of the law.

The lively and mercurial are as open books, with the leaves turned down at the notable passages. Their souls sit at the windows of their eyes, seeing and to be seen.

Pride is like the beautiful acacia, that lifts its head proudly above its neighbor plants-forgetting that it too, like them, has its roots in the dirt.