The pen has shaken nations.

A good book is the best of friends, the same today and forever.

Deep is the sea, and deep is hell, but pride mineth deeper; it is coiled as a poisonous worm about the foundations of the soul.

Faith may rise into miracles of might, as some few wise men have shown; faith may sink into credulities of weakness, as the mass of fools have witnessed.

Rashly, nor ofttimes truly, doth man pass judgment on his brother; for he seeth not the springs of the heart, nor heareth the reasons of the mind.

The mines of knowledge are often laid bare by the hazel-wand of chance.

Hatred is the atmosphere of hell.