There is scarcely an instant that passes over our heads that may not have its freight of infamy. How ought we to watch over our thoughts, that we may not so much as imagine any enormity!

In infamy, it is wisely provided that he who stands highest in the ranks of society has the heaviest load to sustain.

When we look on the roses and gaiety of youth, the mournful idea of mortality is altogether alien to our thoughts. We have heard of it as a speculation and a tale, but nothing but experience can bring it home to us.

We ought as much as we can to endeavour the Perfecting of our Beings, and that we be as happy as possibly we may.

We're in the heads of the other teams. We're coming in here like a freight train, and we scare the crap out of everybody.

Harshness and unkindness are relative. The appearance of them may be the fruits of the greatest kindness.