In grief we know the worst of what we feel, But who can tell the end of what we fear?
Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off the goal.
Imagination frames events unknown, In wild, fantastic shapes of hideous ruin, And what it fears, creates.
Going to the opera, like getting drunk, is a sin that carries its own punishment with it and that a very severe one.
Prayer is not eloquence, but earnestness; not the definition of helplessness, but the feeling of it; not figures of speech, but earnestness of soul.
Depart from discretion when it interferes with duty.
Going to the opera, like getting drunk, is a sin that carries its own punishment with it.
Genius without religion is only a lamp on the outer gate of a palace; it may serve to cast a gleam of light on those that are without, while the inhabitant sits in darkness.
If faith produce no works, I see That faith is not a living tree. Thus faith and works together grow, No separate life they never can know. They're soul and body, hand and heart, What God hath joined, let no man part.
Love never reasons, but profusely gives; it gives like a thoughtless prodigal its all, and then trembles least it has done to little.
Luxury! more perilous to youth than storms or quicksand, poverty or chains.
The wretch who digs the mine for bread, or ploughs, that others may be fed, feels less fatigued than that decreed to him who cannot think or read.
