He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.

Whatever is, is in its causes just.

Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.

The province of the soul is large enough to fill up every cranny of your time, and leave you much to answer for if one wretch be damned by your neglect.

They say everything in the world is good for something.

Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.

Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.