Chill penury weighs down the heart itself; and though it sometimes be endured with calmness, it is but the calmness of despair.

As the eye becomes blinded by fashion to positive deformity, so, through social conventionalism, the conscience becomes blinded to positive immorality.

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

The moment one begins to solder right and wrong together, one's conscience becomes like a piece of plated goods.

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

As the rolling stone gathers no moss, so the roving heart gathers no affections.

Conversation may be compared to a lyre with seven chords-philosophy, art, poetry, love, scandal, and the weather.