“The truth is that there is no terror untempered by some great moral idea.”
“My lord, will you be true?Who, I? Alas, it is my vice, my fault:Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion,I with great truth catch mere simplicity;Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns,With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare.Fear not my truth: the moral of my witIs "plain and true"; there's all the reach of it.”
“The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion-these are the two things that govern us.”
“For in this love he now felt there was compassion: without which love is untempered, and is not whole, and does not last.”
“We might be dumb, y'all, but we have some pretty great ideas.”
“Among all the nonsense, mistakes, and bad ideas we come up with, maybe some truth will sneak in.”