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.

faces deceive, and the loveliness of youth is not like the loveliness of age - an absolute mirror of the soul within.

a woman with a secret may be a fascinating study, but she can never be a safe, nor even satisfactory, companion.

There is no suffering like a child's, terrified by a secret which it dare not for some reason disclose.

It was the smile which runs before a promise.

The very shadows seem to listen.