Mind is a kingdom to the man who gathereth his pleasure from ideas.
Error is a hardy plant; it flourishes in every soil.
Take the good with the evil, for ye all are pensioners of God, and none may choose or refuse the cup His wisdom mixeth.
A man looketh on his little one as a being of better hope; in himself ambition is dead, but it bath a resurrection in his son.
The mines of knowledge are often laid bare by the hazel-wand of chance.
Blunted unto goodness is the heart which anger never stirreth, but that which hatred swelleth, is keen to carve out evil.