How can such deep-imprinted images sleep in us at times, till a word, a sound, awake them?

Absolute truth belongs to Thee alone.

The more we see the more we must be able to imagine, and the more we imagine, the more we must think we see.

How can such deep-imprinted images sleep in us at times, till a word, a sound, awake them?

The search for truth is more precious than its possession.

As the stag which the huntsman has hit flies through bush and brake, over stock and stone, thereby exhausting his strength but not expelling the deadly bullet from his body; so does experience show that they who have troubled consciences run from place to place, but carry with them wherever they go their dangerous wounds.

Pleasures, riches, honor and joy are sure to have care, disgrace, adversity and affliction in their train. There is no pleasure without pain, no joy without sorrow. O the folly of expecting lasting felicity in a vale of tears, or a paradise in a ruined world.