No, thank you, I don't mind the rain,' I said. I always lacked common sense when taken by surprise.

His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.

It is better to arm and strengthen your hero, than to disarm and enfeeble your foe.

My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will.

It is a hard, embittering thing to have one's kind feelings and good intentions cast back in one's teeth.

No one can be happy in eternal solitude.

No generous mind delights to oppress the weak, but rather to cherish and protect.