If one's conscience be dead as a stone, it is as heavy too.

The individual and the race are always moving, and as we drift into new latitudes new lights open in the heaven more immediately over us.

Munificent nature follows the methods of the divine and true, and rounds all things to her perfect law. While nations are convulsed with blood and violence, how quietly the grass grows.

Truth is poetry; it is the grandest poetry.

Humanity is so constituted that the basest criminal represents you and me, as well as the most glorious saint that walks on high. We are reflected in all other men; all other men are embodied in us.

In some way the secret vice exhales its poison; and the evil passion, however cunningly masked, stains through to the surface.

In the history of man it has been very generally the case that when evils have grown insufferable they have touched the point of cure.