Man’s unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his greatness; it is because there is an infinite in him which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the finite.
Every day that is born into the world comes like a burst of music and rings the whole day through, and you make of it a dance, a dirge, or a life march, as you will.
Foolish men imagine that because judgment for an evil thing is delayed, there is no justice; but only accident here below. Judgment for an evil thing is many times delayed; some day or two, some century or two, but it is sure as life, it is sure as death.
