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All powerful souls have kindred with each other.
That light we see is burning in my hall.
How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
As thou urgest justice, be assured
Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desiresth.
Thou makest thy knife keen; but no metal can,
No, not the hangman’s axe, bear half the keenness
Of thy sharp envy. Can no prayers pierce thee?
There is one mind common to all individual men. Every man is an inlet to the same and to all of the same. He that is once admitted to the right of reason is made a freeman of the whole estate. What Plato has thought, he may think; what a saint has felt, he may feel; what at any time has befallen any man, he can understand. Who hath access to this universal mind is a party to all that is or can be done, for this is the only and sovereign agent.
I wish to be a true and free man.
How shalt thou hope for mercy, rendering none?
So may the outward shows be least themselves:
The world is still deceived with ornament.
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,
But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,
Obscures the show of evil?
To look away from the world, or to stare at it, does not help a man to reach God; but he who sees the world in Him stands in His presence.
Let none presume
To wear an undeserved dignity.
O, that estates, degrees, and offices
Were not derived corruptly, and that clear honour
Were purchased by the merit of the wearer!
Beshrew me but I love her heartily;
For she is wise, if I can judge of her,
And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true,
And true she is, as she hath proved herself,
And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true,
Shall she be placed in my constant soul.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
I am pressed down with conceit;
Conceit, my comfort and my injury.
Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
Sleeping or waking? Mad or well-advised?
Known unto these, and to myself disguised!
I will not move until I have the highest command… Your virtuous projects, so called, do not cheer me. I know that which shall come will cheer me. If I cannot work, at least I need not lie. All that is clearly due today is not to lie.
The characteristic of heroism is its persistency. All men have wandering impulses, fits and starts… But when you have chosen your part, abide by it, and do not weakly try to reconcile yourself with the world. The heroic cannot be the common, nor the common the heroic.
Now what else is the whole life of mortals, but a sort of comedy in which the various actors, disguised by various costumes and masks, walk on and play each ones part until the manager walks them off the stage?
O, what authority and show of truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal!
O, what men dare do! What men may do!
What men daily do, not knowing what they do!
