Never yet were the feelings and instincts of our nature violated with impunity; never yet was the voice of conscience silenced without retribution.

If we can still love those who have made us suffer, we love them all the more.

There are no such self-deceivers as those who think they reason when they only feel.

Fame is that which is known to exist by the echo of its footsteps through congenial minds.

Conflict, which rouses up the best and highest powers in some characters, in others not only jars the whole being, but paralyzes the faculties.

Nature and truth are one, and immutable, and inseparable as beauty and love.

You must never believe what the newspapers say. I stand aghast at the impudence of the lies they contain, things not only false in fact, but absolutely impossible.