We must not pluck death from the Maker's hand.
Blessings star forth forever; but a curse is like a cloud, it passes.
There is no disappointment we endure one-half so great as what we are to ourselves.
We love and live in power; it is the spirit's end. Mind must subdue; to conquer is its life.
The worst way to improve the world is to condemn it.
It is much less what we do than what we think, which fits us for the future.