Affliction, like the iron-smith, shapes as it smites.
The worst deluded are the self-deluded.
It is some compensation for great evils, that they enforce great lessons.
False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.
There is no tyrant like custom, and no freedom where its edicts are not resisted.
A better principle than this, that "the majority shall rule," is this other, that justice shall rule. "Justice," says the code of Justinian, "is the constant and perpetual desire to render every man his due.