There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.
All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.
To forgive freely, is what we owe to our enemy; to forget not, is what we owe to ourselves.
... money trials are not the hardest, and somehow or other, they are always overcome.
Injustice is a sixth sense, and rouses all the others.
All revolutions are treason until they are accomplished.