The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.

A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.

How can I teach your children gentleness and mercy to the weak, and reverence for life, which in its nakedness and excess, is still a gleam of God's omnipotence, when by your laws, your actions and your speech, you contradict the very things I teach?

Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple.

Silence and solitude, the soul's best friends.