The pride of the body is a barrier against the gifts that purify the soul.

It's but little good you'll do a-watering the last year's crops

When the soul is just liberated from the wretched giant's bed of dogmas on which it has been racked and stretched ever since it began to think, there is a feeling of exultation and strong hope.

When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns into mere limitation and exclusion.

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

Unwonted circumstances may make us all rather unlike ourselves: there are conditions under which the most majestic person is obliged to sneeze, and our emotions are liable to be acted on in the same incongruous manner.

What is opportunity to the man who cant use it?