The time is ripe, and rotten-ripe, for change... [Truth's] mirror is turned forward, to reflect The promise of the future, not the past.

Two meanings have our lightest fantasies,- One of the flesh, and of the spirit one.

A great part of human suffering has its root in the nature of man, and not in that of his institutions.

The one thing finished in this hasty world.

What men call luck Is the prerogative of valiant souls, The fealty life pays its rightful kings.

New occasions teach new duties.

Did man e'er live Saw priest or woman yet forgive?