Good and bad men are each less so than they seem.
As I live and am a man, this is an unexaggerated tale - my dreams become the substances of my life.
The doing evil to avoid an evil cannot be good.
Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud. We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, all melodies the echoes of that voice, all colours a suffusion from that light.
A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.
Memory, bosom-spring of joy.