Injustice is a sixth sense, and rouses all the others.

The inevitable has always found me ready and hopeful.

... good and evil are so interwoven in life that every good, traced up far enough, is found to involve evil. This is the great mystery of life.

Events that are predestined require but little management. They manage themselves. They slip into place while we sleep, and suddenly we are aware that the thing we fear to attempt, is already accomplished.

... trouble of all kinds is voluble, and has plenty of words, but happiness was never written down.

... the evil that comes out of your lips, into your own bosom will fall.

the breed is more than the pasture. As you know, the cuckoo lays her eggs in any bird's nest; it may be hatched among blackbirds or robins or thrushes, but it is always a cuckoo. ... a man cannot deliver himself from his ancestors.