The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
All revolutions are treason until they are accomplished.
Oh, the soul keeps its youth!
There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.
There is much said about the wickedness of doing evil that good may come. Alas! there is such a thing as doing good that evil may come.
In all troublous events we may find comfort, though it be only in the negative admission that things might have been worse.