The region of the senses is the unbelieving part of the human soul.

Faith is that which, knowing the Lord's will, goes and does it; or, not knowing it, stands and waits, content in ignorance as in knowledge, because God wills - neither pressing into the hidden future, nor careless of the knowledge which opens the path of action

What distressed me most - more even than my own folly - was the perplexing question - How can beauty and ugliness dwell so near? Even with her altered complexion and face of dislike; disenchanted of the belief that clung around her; known for a living, walking sepulcher, faithless, deluding, traitorous; I felt, notwithstanding all this, that she was beautiful. Upon this I pondered with undiminished perplexity.

It is not in the nature of politics that the best men should be elected. The best men do not want to govern their fellowmen.

All haste implies weakness.

To be humbly ashamed is to be plunged in the cleansing bath of truth.

In the hearts of witches, love and hate lie close together and often tumble over each other.