The evening of a well spent youth brings it's lamps with it.
It is always our inabilities that vex us.
The idea of the nest in the bird's mind, where does it come from?
Lenity is a part of justice; but she must not speak too loud for fear of waking justice.
We always believe God is like ourselves, the indulgent think him indulgent and the stern, terrible.
The soul paints itself in our machines.