Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.

Remember that thy heart will shed its pleasures as thine eye its tears, and both leave loathsome furrows.

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.

What men call accident is God's own part.

The ground of all great thoughts is sadness.

Man is one; and he hath one great heart. It is thus we feel, with a gigantic throb athwart the sea, each other's rights and wrongs; thus are we men.

O, there is naught on earth worth being known but God and our own souls!