It Is Not Designed That The Road

If Cowardice Were Not So Completely A Coward As To Be Unable To Look Steadily Upon The Effects Of Courage, He Would Find That There Is No Refuge So Sure As Dauntless Valor.

The Only Impregnable Citadel Of Virtue Is Religion; For There Is No Bulwark Of Mere Morality, Which Some Temptation May Not Overtop Or Undermine, And Destroy.

Compulsion Hardly Restores Right; Love Yields All Things.

That Grief Is The Most Durable Which Flows Inward, And Buries Its Streams With Its Fountain, In The Depths Of The Heart.

Beauty Of Form Affects The Mind, But Then It Must Be Understood That It Is Not The Mere Shell That We Admire; We Are Attracted By The Idea That This Shell Is Only A Beautiful Case Adjusted To The Shape And Value Of A Still More Beautiful Pearl Within. The Perfection Of Outward Loveliness Is The Soul Shining Through Its Crystalline Covering.