They enslave their children's children who make compromise with sin.
The idol is the measure of the worshipper.
Not failure, but low aim, is crime.
The true ideal is not opposed to the real but lies in it; and blessed are the eyes that find it.
To fail at all is to fail utterly.
It is only the intellect that can be thoroughly and hideously wicked. It can forget everything in the attainment of its ends. The heart recoils; in its retired some drops of childhood's dew still linger, defying manhood's fiery noon.