No nation has the right to bring about a revolution, even though such a change may be most urgently needed, if the price is the blood of one single innocent individual.
The mind may be exhausted, but the language of the heart is inexhaustible.
Providence protects us in all the details of our lot.
O memory, thou bitter sweet,--both a joy and a scourge!
The mind's pleasures are made to calm the tempests of the heart.
Speech happens to not be his language.