In our own hearts, we mold the whole world's hereafters; and in our own hearts we fashion our own gods.

Benevolent desires, after passing a certain point, can not undertake their own fulfillment without incurring the risk of evils beyond those sought to be remedied.

Praise when merited is not a boon: yet to a generous nature, is it pleasant to utter it.

In their precise tracings-out and subtle causations, the strongest and fieriest emotions of life defy all analytical insight.

Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I'd strike the sun if it insulted me.

Our souls belong to our bodies, not our bodies to our souls.

flight from tyranny does not of itself insure a safe asylum, far less a happy home.