Who dares not speak his free thoughts is a slave.
To the worker, God himself lends aid.
The fountains of sacred rivers flow upwards (i.e., everything is turned topsy turvy).
How dark are all the ways of god to man!
When a good man is hurt, all who would be called good must suffer with him.
We know the good, we apprehend it clearly; but we can't bring it to achievement.