There are two kinds of genius. The first and highest may be said to speak out of the eternal to the present, and must compel its age to understand it; the second understands its age, and tells it what it wishes to be told.
The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.
The devil loves nothing better than the intolerance of reformers.
If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon.
Light is the symbol of truth.
Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character.