Must we always talk for victory, and never once for truth, for comfort, and joy?
I wish to say what I think and feel today, with the proviso that tomorrow perhaps I shall contradict it all.
We must not tamper with the organic motion of the soul.
The good rain, like a bad preacher, does not know when to leave off.
The torments of martyrdom are probably most keenly felt by the bystanders.
It is one soul which animates all men.