Troubles forereckoned are doubly suffered.
Rejecting the miracles of Christ, we still have the miracle of Christ Himself.
It is some compensation for great evils, that they enforce great lessons.
Wit must be without effort. Wit is play, not work; a nimbleness of the fancy, not a laborious effort of the will; a license, a holiday, a carnival of thought and feeling, not a trifling with speech, a constraint upon language, a duress upon words.
We make way for the man who boldly pushes past us.
To death we owe our life; the passing of one generation opens a way for another.