Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.
It is always chilling, in friendly intercourse, to say you have no opinion to give.
A perverted moral judgment belongs to the dogmatic system.
"Heaven help us," said the old religion; the new one, from its very lack of that faith, will teach us all the more to help one another.
I not only want to be loved, I want to be told that I'm loved.