Roguery is thought by some to be cunning and laughable: it is neither; it is devilish.
The deadliest sin were the consciousness of no sin
Happy season of childhood! Kind Nature, that art to all a bountiful mother; that visitest the poor man's hut With auroral radiance; and for thy nursling hast provided a soft swathing of love and infinite hope wherein he waxes and slumbers, danced round by sweetest dreams!
No man who has once heartily and wholly laughed can be altogether irreclaimably bad.
Nature, after all, is still the grand agent in making poets.
Great souls are always loyally submissive, reverent to what is over them: only small mean souls are otherwise.