How delicious to corrupt, to stifle all semblances of virtue and religion in that young heart!

One weeps not save when one is afraid, and that is why kings are tyrants.

One is never so dangerous when one has no shame, than when one has grown too old to blush.

No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain its impressions are unmistakable.

If God permits virtue to be persecuted on earth, it is not for us to question his intentions. It may be that his rewards are held over for another life, for is it not true as written in Holy Scripture that the Lord chastenenth only the righteous! And after all, is not virtue it's own reward?

I don't know what the heart is, not I: I only use the word to denote the mind's frailties.

Love Is Stronger Than Pride