Madman! Look through my eyes if thou hast none of thine own.

We are only what we are; not what we would be; nor every thing we hope for. We are but a step in a scale, that reaches further above us than below.

The lightning flashes through my skull; mine eyeballs ache and ache; my whole beaten brain seems as beheaded, and rolling on some stunning ground.

Tis no dishonor when he who would dishonor you, only dishonors himself.

all mankind, not excluding Americans, are sinners--miserable sinners, as even no few Bostonians themselves nowadays contritely respond in the liturgy.

He says NO! In thunder; but the Devil himself cannot make him say yes.

Whenever we discover a dislike in us, toward any one, we should ever be a little suspicious of ourselves.