And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humility.

How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!

Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind,Reality's dark dream!I turn from you, and listen to the wind,Which long has raved unnoticed.

I do not wish you to act from these truths; no, still and always act from your feelings; only meditate often on these truths that sometime or other they may become your feelings.

What comes from the heart goes to the heart

I never knew a trader in philanthropy who was not wrong in his head or heart somewhere or other.

Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.