For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.

A dead body revenges not injuries.

He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars.

God and His Priest and King,...make up a heaven of our misery.

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.

What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

If Christianity was morality, Socrates would be the Saviour.