Can the believing husband in Heaven be happy with his unbelieving wife in Hell? Can the believing father in Heaven read more

Can the believing husband in Heaven be happy with his unbelieving wife in Hell? Can the believing father in Heaven be happy with his unbelieving children in Hell? Can the loving wife in Heaven be happy with her unbelieving husband in Hell? I tell

Reflection is a flower of the mind, giving out wholesome fragrance; but revelry is the same flower, when rank and read more

Reflection is a flower of the mind, giving out wholesome fragrance; but revelry is the same flower, when rank and running to seed.

Let the "Tribune" put all this in its pipe and smoke it.

Let the "Tribune" put all this in its pipe and smoke it.

The solitary side of our nature demands leisure for reflection
upon subjects on which the dash and whirl of read more

The solitary side of our nature demands leisure for reflection
upon subjects on which the dash and whirl of daily business, so
long as its clouds rise thick about us, forbid the intellect to
fasten itself.

Inside an oasis, there are many little deserts.

Inside an oasis, there are many little deserts.

For take thy ballaunce if thou be so wise,
And weigh the winds that under heaven doth blow;
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For take thy ballaunce if thou be so wise,
And weigh the winds that under heaven doth blow;
Or weigh the light that in the east doth rise;
Or weigh the thought that from man's mind doth flow.

Do not mix de galloping of your horse, my knight, with the beating of your heart.

Do not mix de galloping of your horse, my knight, with the beating of your heart.

Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in read more

Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in joy? Is it not in mercy then that sorrow is allotted unto us?

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit read more

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.