The first sin in our universe was Lucifer's self conceit.
Happy season of virtuous youth, when shame is still an impassable barrier, and the sacred air-cities of hope have not shrunk into the mean clay hamlets of reality; and man, by his nature, is yet infinite and free.
The dust of controversy is merely the falsehood flying off.
Rare benevolence, the minister of God.
Every noble work is at first impossible.
The tragedy of life is not so much what men suffer, but rather what they miss.