Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.

The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.

The brain can be easy to buy, but the heart never comes to market.

God is the only being who has time enough; but a prudent man, who knows how to seize occasion, can commonly make a shift to find as much as he needs.

Be He nowhere else, God is in all that liberates and lifts, in all that humbles, sweetens, and consoles.

Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.

Things always seem fairer when we look back at them, and it is out of that inaccessible tower of the past that Longing leans and beckons.