Habit with it's iron sinews, clasps us and leads us day by day.
Time is a great ocean which, like the other ocean, overflows with our remains.
The attractiveness that exists to man in the very helplessness of woman is scarcely realized.
Inspiration is solitary, never consecutive.
Thou makest the man, O Sorrow!--yes, the whole man,--as the crucible gold.
A conscience without God is like a court without a judge.