A letter does not blush.

The mere act of believing that some wrongful course of action constitutes an advantage is pernicious.

The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intentions.

Everyone has his besetting sin.

All action is of the mind and the mirror of the mind is the face, its index the eyes.

The study and knowledge of the universe would somehow be lame and defective were no practical results to follow.

It is a crime to put a Roman citizen in chains, it is an enormity to flog one, sheer murder to slay one: what, then, shall I say of crucifixion? It is impossible to find the word for such an abomination.