It is sure to be dark if you shut your eyes.
Speech is the golden harvest that followeth the flowering of thought.
Anger is a noble infirmity; the generous failing of the just; the one degree that riseth above zeal, asserting the prerogative of virtue.
Nature is the chart of God, mapping out all His attributes.
Hatred is the atmosphere of hell.
Thou hast seen many sorrows, travel-stained pilgrim of the world, But that which hath vexed thee most, hath been the looking for evil; And though calamities have crossed thee, and misery been heaped on thy head, Yet ills that never happened, have chiefly made thee wretched.