It was like the eve of a battle; the hearts beat, the eyes laughed, and they felft that the life they were perhaps going to lose, was after all, a good thing.

I love the life you've always made so sweet for me and I'd regret it if I had to die.' 'Do you mean to say that if I left you---' 'I'd die, yes.' 'Then you love me?

Haste is a poor counselor

...joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.

Unfortunates, who ought to begin with God, do not have any hope in him till they have exhausted all other means of deliverance.

You scholars, you're in communication with the devil.

Besides we are men, and after all it is our business to risk our lives.