They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace?
If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.
There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; he does not feel for man.
My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.