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!

Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.

Happiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.

A throng of bearded men in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with women, some wearing hoods, and other bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was heavily timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes.

Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.

Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.

This world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.