Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
One tongue is sufficient for a woman.
I am a part of all that I have met.
For what can war, but endless war, still breed?
The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
Better to rule in Hell than to serve in Heaven.
A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.
Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.
Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.
Deep-versed in books and shallow in himself.
Abashed the devil stood, / And felt how awful goodness is.
Grace was in all her steps, Heav'n in her Eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.
A good book is the precious life-blood of the master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose for a life beyond.
Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.
The childhood shows the man, / As morning shows the day. Be famous then / By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, / So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.
Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought The better fight, who single hast maintain'd Against revolted multitudes the Cause Of Truth, in word mightier than they in Arms; And for the testimony of Truth hast borne Universal reproach, far worse.
Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; / The world was all before them, where to choose / Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: / They hand in hand with wandering steps and slow / Through Eden took their solitary way.
The best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.
'Tis Chastity, my brother, Chastity: She that has that, is clad in complete steel.
Time, the subtle thief of youth.
How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! how glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.
The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the past, in order to strengthen his character thereby.
They also serve who only stand and wait.