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There is so much good in the worst of us, And so much bad in the best of us, That it ill behoves any of us To find fault with the rest of us.

She was and is On earth the first, in heaven the second maid.

They love, they hate, but cannot do without him.

In brief, I don't stick to declare, Father Dick, So they call him for short, is a regular brick; A metaphor taken--I have not the page aright-- From an ethical work by the Stagyrite.

Knight without fear and without reproach.

Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free; Patient of toil; serene amidst alarms; Inflexible in faith; invincible in arms.

Many men are mere warehouses full of merchandise--the head, the heart, are stuffed with goods. . . . There are apartments in their souls which were once tenanted by taste, and love, and joy, and worship, but they are all deserted now, and the rooms are filled with earthy and material things.

Many men build as cathedrals were built, the part nearest the ground finished; but that part which soars toward heaven, the turrets and the spires, forever incomplete.

Most men are bad.

But now, after that ye have known God, or rather or known of God, how turn ye again to the weak and beggarly elements, whereunto ye desire again to be in bondage?

And these things, brethren, I have in a figure transferred to myself and to Apollos for your sakes; that ye might learn in us not to think of men above that which is written, that no one of you be puffed up for one against another.

A great unrecognized incapacity.

Our character is what we do when we think no one is looking.

No, when the fight begins within himself, A man's worth something.

Your father used to come home to my mother, and why may not I be a chippe of the same block out of which you two were cutte?

Are you a bromide?

He was not merely a chip of the old Block, but the old Block itself.

All men that are ruined, are ruined on the side of their natural propensities.

From their folded mates they wander far, Their ways seem harsh and wild: They follow the beck of a baleful star, Their paths are dream-beguiled.

Hannibal, as he had mighty virtues, so head he many vices; . . . he had two distinct persons in him.