My Eyes Make Pictures When They Are

Never Can True Courage Dwell With Them, Who, Playing Tricks With Conscience, Dare Not Look At Their Own Vices.

A Rogue Is A Roundabout Fool.

One Thought Includes All Thought, In The Sense That A Grain Of Sand Includes The Universe.

Remorse Is As The Heart In Which It Grows; If That Be Gentle, It Drops Balmy Dews Of True Repentance; But If Proud And Gloomy, It Is The Poison Tree, That Pierced To The Inmost, Weeps Only Tears Of Poison.

There Is Small Chance Of Truth At The Goal, Where There Is Not Childlike Humility At The Starting-post.