This world has angels all too few, and heaven is overflowing.

Rage is essentially vulgar.

Look through the whole history of countries professing the Romish religion, and you will uniformly find the leaven of this besetting and accursed principle of action - that the end will sanction any means.

And in today already walks tomorrow.

And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.

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

And to be wroth with one we love…Doth work like madness in the brain.