Everything comes in circles. [...] The old wheel turns, and the same spoke comes up. It's all been done before, and will be again.

We have much to hope from the flowers.

Strange indeed is human nature. Here were these men, to whom murder was familiar, who again and again had struck down the father of the family, some man against whom they had no personal feeling, without one thought of compunction or of compassion for his weeping wife or helpless children, and yet the tender or pathetic in music could move them to tears.

It is fortunate for this community that I am not a criminal.

Data!data!data!" he cried impatiently. "I can't make bricks without clay.

A man always finds it hard to realize that he may have finally lost a woman's love, however badly he may have treated her.

I am not a very good man, Effie, but I think that I am a better one than you have given me credit for being.