One sees qualities at a distance and defects at close range.

To meditate is to labour; to think is to act. Folded arms work, closed hands perform, a gaze fixed on heaven is a toil.

God made only water, but man made wine.

Desiring always to be in mourning, he clothed himself with night.

One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. For a sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty it is called remorse. God stirs up the soul as well as the ocean.

All animals are to be found in men and each of theme exists in some man, sometimes several at the time.

We are all under sentence of death, but with a sort of indefinite reprieve.