Ah, could the soul, like the body, have a mirror! It has,--a friend.
The human heart has a sigh lonelier than the cry of the bittern.
Laws are the silent assessors of God.
A crowd always thinks with its sympathy, never with its reason.
Fate is the friend of the good, the guide of the wise, the tyrant of the foolish, the enemy of the bad.
God hands gifts to some, whispers them to others.