The intellect has only one failing, which, to be sure, is a very considerable one. It has no conscience.

Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in; Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold... 'T is heaven alone that is given away, 'T is only God may be had for the asking; There is no price set on the lavish summer, And June may be had by the poorest comer.

Borrowed garments never keep one warm.

The material of thought re-acts upon the thought itself.

In life's small things be resolute and great To keep thy muscle trained; Know'st thou when Fate Thy measure takes, or when she'll say to thee, "I find thee worthy; do this deed for me?"

We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.

The idol is the measure of the worshipper.