What is there so ponderous in evil, that a thumb's bigness of it should outweigh the mass of things not evil, which were heaped into the other scale!

What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!

A man's bewilderment is the measure of his wisdom.

My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dream.

The greatest obstacle to being heroic is the doubt whether one may going to prove one's self a fool.

Thus we see, too, in the world that some persons assimilate only what is ugly and evil from the same moral circumstances which supply good and beautiful results--the fragrance of celestial flowers--to the daily life of others.

Mankind are earthen jugs with spirits in them.