It is in rugged crises, in unbearable endurance, and in aims which put sympathy out of the question, that the angel is shown.

All ages of belief have been great; all of unbelief have been mean.

To aim to convert a man by miracles is a profanation of the soul.

To eat bread is one thing; to love the precepts of Christ and resolve to obey them is quite another.

All infractions of love and equity in our social relations are speedily punished-by fear...be honest with a man and you have no fear. Try to deceive and the relationship deteriorates.

We are not very much to blame for our bad marriages. We live amid hallucinations, and especial trap is laid to trip up our feet with, and all are tripped up first or last. But the mighty mother, who had been so sly with us, as if she felt she owed us some indemnity, insinuates into the Pandora box of marriage some deep and serious benefits, and some great joys.

A mob is a society obodies, voluntarily bereaving themselves oreason, and traversing its work. The mob is man, voluntarily descending to the nature othe beast. Its fit hour oactivity is night; its actions are insane, like its whole constitution.