There is in every village a torch - the teacher; and an extinguisher - the priest.
Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions
Idleness is a mother. She has a son, robbery, and a daughter, hunger.
People do not lack strength; they lack will.
The transept belfry and the two towers were to him three great cages, the birds in which, taught by him, would sing for him alone. Yet it was these same bells which had made him deaf; but mothers are often fondest of the child who has made them suffer most.
We see past time in a telescope and present time in a microscope. Hence the apparent enormities of the present.