He who keeps his faith only, cannot be discrowned.
His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.
And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
It is not the insurrections of ignorance that are dangerous, but the revolts of the intelligence.
It is singular how impatient men are with overpraise of others, how patient of overpraise of themselves; and yet the one does them no injury, while the other may be their ruin.