Everything we look upon is blest.

O what fine thought we had because we thought that the worst rogues and rascals had died out.

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

I have believed the best of every man. And find that to believe is enough to make a bad man show him at his best, or even a good man swings his lantern higher.

Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.