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.
God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.
Lies can destroy, but not create.
Mind is a kingdom to the man who gathereth his pleasure from ideas.
O Death, what are thou? nurse of dreamless slumbers freshening the fevered flesh to a wakefulness eternal.
Humility mainly becometh the converse of man with his Maker.