In an unjust society the only place for a just man is prison.

A traveler who looks at things with an impartial eye may see what the oldest inhabitant has not observed.

Severe truth is expressed with some bitterness.

How meanly and grossly do we deal with nature!

Our manners have been corrupted by communication with the saints. Our hymn-books resound with a melodious cursing of God and enduring Him forever. One would say that even the prophets and redeemers had rather consoled the fears than confirmed the hopes of man. There is nowhere recorded a simple and irrepressible satisfaction with the gift of life, any memorable praise of God.

Many of the phenomena of Winter are suggestive of an inexpressible tenderness and fragile delicacy. We are accustomed to hear this king described as a rude and boisterous tyrant; but with the gentleness of a lover he adorns the tresses of Summer.

Who that has heard a strain of music feared then lest he should speak extravagantly any more forever?