Conscience is the mirror of our souls, which represents the errors of our lives in their full shape.
If hours did not hang heavy, what would become of scandal?
Beauty is but the sensible image of the infinite. Like truth and justice, it lives within us; like virtue and the moral law, it is a companion of the soul.
The fears of one class of men are not the measure of the rights of another.
Avarice is the vice of declining years.
The exact measure of the progress of civilization is the degree in which the intelligence of the common mind has prevailed over wealth and brute force.