By compassion we make others' misery our own, and so, by relieving them, we relieve ourselves also.

The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in; I feel sometimes a hell within myself.

Content may dwell in all stations. To be low but above contempt may be high enough to be happy.

He who must needs have company, must needs have sometimes bad company.

Do the devils lie? No; for then even hell could not subsist.

Many-have too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth.

But man is a Noble Animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing Nativities and Deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting Ceremonies of Bravery, in the infamy of his nature. Life is a pure flame, and we live by an invisible Sun within us.