Some time in our lives every man and woman of us, putting out our hands toward the stars, touch on either side our prison walls the immutable limitations of temperament

... in a wicked way, it is an incentive to good living to observe the spice of enjoyment there is to a godly soul in a very little sin.

Convictions do not imply reasons.

There isn't any virtue where there has never been any temptation.

A sneer is like a flame; it may occasionally be curative because it cauterizes, but it leaves a bitter scar.

silence is very moving to youth, for who knows what it hides?

... perhaps there is no conceit so arrogant as the conceit which follows a conviction of emancipation.