It is the cringer to his equal that is chiefly seen bold to his God.
Men scanning the surface count the wicked happy; they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow.
Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yokefellow of eminence.
Speech is reason's brother, and a kingly prerogative of man.
The most wretched have yet hope.
Mind is a kingdom to the man who gathereth his pleasure from ideas.