None is poor but the mean in mind, the timorous, the weak, and unbelieving; none is wealthy but the affluent in soul, who is satisfied and floweth over.
Hatred is the atmosphere of hell.
Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yokefellow of eminence.
A spark is a little thing, yet it may kindle the world.
Reason refuseth its homage to a God who can be fully understood.
Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume.