Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.
It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.
Even in a righteous cause force is a fearful thing.
We are too prone to find fault; let us look for some of the perfections.
There is no solitude in nature.
Only through Beauty's morning-gate, dost thou penetrate the land of knowledge.