Habit, to which all of us are more or less slaves.
A Canadian settler hates a tree, regards it as his natural enemy, as something to be destroyed, eradicated, annihilated by all and any means.
In the art of design, color is to form what verse is to prose,--a more harmonious and luminous vehicle of the thought.
As what we call genius arises out of the disproportionate power and size of a certain faculty, so the great difficulty lies in harmonizing with it the rest of the character.
The moment one begins to solder right and wrong together, one's conscience becomes like a piece of plated goods.
Morally a woman has a right to the free and entire development of every faculty which God has given her to be improved and used to His honor. Socially she has a right to the protection of equal laws; the right to labor with her hands the thing that is good; to select the kind of labor which is in harmony with her condition and her powers; to exist, if need be, by her labor, or to profit others by it if she choose. These are her rights, not more nor less than the rights of the man.
Satan--the impersonation of that mixture of the bestial, the malignant, the impious, and the hopeless, which constitute the fiend--the enemy of all that is human and divine.
In the end everything will be okay. But hurdles have to be jumped through first.
There is something so indescribably sweet and satisfying in the knowledge that a husband or wife has forgiven the other freely, and from the heart.
If we try to secure the well-being of others, we will, at the same time, create the conditions for our own.
Sentences can save us. Who could ask for anything more?