God hands gifts to some, whispers them to others.

Reserve may be pride fortified in ice; dignity is worth reposing on truth.

How sublime is the audacious tautology of Mohammed, God is God!

I would give more for the private esteem and love of one than for the public praise of ten thousand.

Beware the deadly fumes of that insane elation Which rises from the cup of mad impiety, And go, get drunk with that divine intoxication Which is more sober far than all sobriety.

Cunning is the dwarf of wisdom.

The line of life is a ragged diagonal between duty and desire.