Methought I saw my late espoused saint.

Hate is of all things the mightiest divider, nay, is division itself. To couple hatred, therefore, though wedlock try all her golden links, and borrow to tier aid all the iron manacles and fetters of law, it does but seek to twist a rope of sand.

What wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear without the knowledge of evil? He that can apprehend and consider vice with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish, and yet prefer that which is truly better, he is the true wayfaring Christian.

No institution which does not continually test its ideals, techniques and measure of accomplishment can claim real vitality.

Just deeds are the best answer to injurious words.

The timely dew of sleep.

They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.