It is the cringer to his equal that is chiefly seen bold to his God.
Nature is the chart of God, mapping out all His attributes.
O Death, what are thou? nurse of dreamless slumbers freshening the fevered flesh to a wakefulness eternal.
The most wretched have yet hope.
Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.
Anger is a noble infirmity; the generous failing of the just; the one degree that riseth above zeal, asserting the prerogative of virtue.