It is the nature of grace always to fill spaces that have been empty.

Is this the destiny of man? Is he only happy before he has acquired his reason or after he has lost it?

Our earthly ball a peopled garden.

Superstition is the poetry of life. It is inherent in man's nature; and when we think it is wholly eradicated, it takes refuge in the strangest holes and corners, whence it peeps out all at once, as soon as it can do it with safety.

To quit smoking, you must first want to quit, but then you must also do the quitting

A good man, through obscurest aspirations Has still an instinct of the one true way.

Distrust those in whom the desire to punish is strong.