He who steps on stones is glad to feel the smallest spray of moss beneath his feet.
The hand will often reveal more than the countenance.
It was the smile which runs before a promise.
Do we fear suffering or apathy most? Is it from experience or the monotony of a commonplace existence that we quickest flee?
Though I have had no adventures, I feel capable of them.
a woman with a secret may be a fascinating study, but she can never be a safe, nor even satisfactory, companion.