“Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven.”

None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

When we speak of knowing God, it must be understood with reference to man’s limited powers of comprehension. God, as He really is, is far beyond man’s imagination, let alone understanding. God has revealed only so much of Himself as our minds can conceive and the weakness of our nature can bear.

Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.

As therefore the state of man now is, what wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear, without the knowledge of good and evil?

Solitude sometimes is best society.

Better to reign in hell than serve in heav’n.

Hell has no benefits, only torture.

Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.

Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.

Gratitude bestows reverence…..changing forever how we experience life and the world.

The mind thinks thoughts that we don’t plan. It’s not as if we say, ‘At 9:10 I’m going to be filled with self-hatred.

What makes men obey or tolerate real power and, on the other hand, hate people who have wealth without power, is the rational instinct that power has a certain function and is of some general use.

A man may hate cruelty and lies, but if he’s never given an opportunity to show what he’s made of, no one will remember him when he dies.

It is so tiring to hate someone you love.

I am not opposed to the white race as charged by my enemies. I have no time to hate anyone. All my time is devoted to the up-building and development of the Negro Race.

The man who thinks hateful thoughts brings hatred upon himself. The man who thinks loving thoughts is loved.

Love is wise, hatred is foolish.

Feminists hate me, don’t they? And I don’t blame them. For I hate feminism. It is poison.