They never fail who die in a great cause.
There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.
The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.
The busy have no time for tears.
The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.