When we are struck at without a reason, we should strike back again very hard; I am sure we should - so hard as to teach the person who struck us nev… - Charlotte Brontë

We wove a web in childhood,
A web of sunny air;
We dug a spring in infancy
Of water pure and fair; We sowed in youth a mustard seed,
We cut an almond rod;
We are now grown up to riper age—
Are they withered in the sod?

Men judge us by the success of our efforts. God looks at the efforts themselves.

Reason sits firm and holds the reins, and she will not let the feelings burst away and hurry her to wild chasms. The passions may rage furiously, like true heathens, as they are; and the desires may imagine all sorts of vain things: but judgment shall still have the last word in every argument, and the casting vote in every decision. Strong wind, earthquake-shock, and fire may pass by: but I shall follow the guiding of that still small voice which interprets the dictates of conscience.