Reality, if rightly interpreted, is grander than fiction.

Oblivion is the dark page, whereon Memory writes her light-beam characters, and makes them legible; were it all light, nothing could be read there, any more than if it were all darkness.

With union grounded on falsehood and ordering us to speak and act lies, we will not have anything to do. Peace? A brutal lethargy is peaceable; the noisome is peaceable. We hope for a living peace, not a dead one!

The cut of a garment speaks of intellect and talent and the color of temperament and heart.

No iron chain, or outward force of any kind, could ever compel the soul of man to believe or to disbelieve: it is his own indefeasible light, that judgment of his; he will reign and believe there by the grace of God alone!

May blessings be upon the head of Cadmus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented books.

Thought will not work except in silence.