Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist.
Keep your broken arm inside your sleeve.
Whenever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves, after the first suffering, how we can turn it into good. So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers.
The moment we begin to fear the opinions of others and hesitate to tell the truth that is in us, and from motives of policy are silent when we should speak, the divine floods of light and life no longer flow into our souls.
Having a holiday weekend without a family member felt like putting on a sweater that had an extra arm.
Never read a book through merely because you have begun it.
There is still a difference between something and nothing, but it is purely geometrical and there is nothing behind the geometry.