Consolation heaps without contact; somewhat like the blessed air which we need but to breathe.

Consolation heaps without contact; somewhat like the blessed air which we need but to breathe.

Men are always invoking justice; yet it is justice which should make them tremble.

I like people to be saints; but I want them to be first and superlatively honest men.

God Himself allows certain faults; and often we say, "I have deserved to err; I have deserved to be ignorant.

There are but two future verbs which man may appropriate confidently and without pride: "I shall suffer," and "I shall die.

Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.