The Mind Is The Atmosphere

Religion Must Be Loved As A Kind Of Country And Nursing-mother. It Was Religion That Nourished Our Virtues, That Showed Us Heaven, That Taught Us To Walk In The Path Of Duty.

The Dregs May Stir Themselves As They Please; They Fall Back To The Bottom By Their Own Coarseness.

When My Friends Lack An Eye, I Look At Them In Profile.

We Are All Of Us More Or Less Echoes, Repeating Involuntarily The Virtues, The Defects, The Movements, And The Characters Of Those Among Whom We Live.

Virtue By Calculation Is The Virtue Of Vice.