A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.
Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.
But how can finite grasp Infinity?
Imitators are but a servile kind of cattle.
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
Whatever is, is in its causes just.