There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read A, B, C may read our natures.
Though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life, it is not in the strongest to deprive us of death.
Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.
Rough diamonds may sometimes be mistaken for worthless pebbles.
Men live by intervals of reason under the sovereignty of humor and passion.
Forcible ways make not an end of evil, but leave hatred and malice behind them.
