Be this our wall of brass, to be conscious of having done no evil, and to grow pale at no accusation.
Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine.
Even in animals there exists the spirit of their sires.
God can change the lowest to the highest, abase the proud, and raise the humble.
There is no such thing as perfect happiness.
Wine unlocks the breast.