Conscience is its own readiest accuser.

It is those who make the least display of their sorrow who mourn the deepest.

The gospel has but a forced alliance with war. Its doctrine of human brotherhood would ring strangely between the opposed ranks. The bellowing speech of cartoon and the baptism of blood mock its liturgies and sacraments. Its gentle beatitudes would hardly serve as mottoes for defiant banners, nor its list of graces as names for ships-of-the-line.

Never does the human soul appear so strong as when it foregoes revenge, and dares to forgive an injury.

The deepest life of nature is silent and obscure; so often the elements that move and mould society are the results of the sister's counsel and the mother's prayer.

Ostentation is the signal flag of hypocrisy.

Impatience never commanded success.