Accursed be he who plays with the devil.

A merely fallen enemy may rise again, but the reconciled one is truly vanquished.

The greater part of humanity is too much harassed and fatigued by the struggle with want, to rally itself for a new and sterner struggle with error.

He, that noble prize possessing He that boasts a friend that's true, He whom woman's love is blessing, Let him join the chorus too!

The lemonade is weak, like your soul.

As freely as the firmament embraces the world, or the sun pours forth impartially his beams, so mercy must encircle both friend and foe.

I feel an army in my fist.