Theory, from whatever source, is not perfect until it is reduced to practice.
That kind of discipline whose pungent severity is in the manifestations of paternal love, compassion, and tenderness is the most sure of its object.
You cannot judge by outward appearances; the soul is only transparent to its Maker.
It is but a step from companionship to slavery when one associates with vice.
Exaggeration is a blood relation to falsehood and nearly as blamable.
To talk of luck and chance only shows how little we really know of the laws which govern cause and effect.