... the evil that comes out of your lips, into your own bosom will fall.
There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.
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.
... money trials are not the hardest, and somehow or other, they are always overcome.
the nighttime of the body is the daytime of the soul.
We generally get the evil we expect.