Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.
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- Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
- All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.
- Weep not that the world changes — did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
- Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness –a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster-children into strength and athletic proportion.
- The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.
- Remorse is virtue’s root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.