Power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whatever it touches. >>
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasur >>
Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself. >>
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be >>
Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death. >>
We feel at first as if some opportunities of kindness and sympathy wer >>
Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep -- he hath awakened from the dream of life -- 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep with phantoms an unprofitable strife.