Life is the jailer, death the angel sent to draw the unwilling bolts and set us free.

Pride and weakness are Siamese twins.

While tenderness of feeling and susceptibility to generous emotions are accidents of temperament, goodness is an achievement of the will and a quality of the life.

Tyrants are but the spawn of Ignorance, Begotten by the slaves they trample on.

He gives us the very quintessence of perception,-the clearly crystalized precipitation of all that is most precious in the ferment of impression after the impertinent and obtrusive particulars have evaporated from the memory.

Sorrow is the great idealizer.

Toward no crimes have men shown themselves so cold- bloodedly cruel as in punishing differences of belief.