Who speaks the truth stabs falsehood to the heart.
Democracy gives every man the right to be his own oppressor.
Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie; Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not.
And what they dare to dream of, date to do.
Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.
We cannot but think there is something like a fallacy in Mr. Buckle's theory that the advance of mankind is necessarily in the direction of science, and not in that of morals.