Oh, Duty is an icy shadow!

Oh! Duty is an icy shadow. It will freeze you. It cannot fill the heart's sanctuary.

Oh, Duty is an icy shadow!

Life does not count by years. Some suffer a lifetime in a day, and so grow old between the rising and the setting of the sun.

Memory is earth's retribution for man's sins.

If a man's innate self-respect will not save him from habitual, disgusting intoxication, all the female influences in the universe would not avail. Man's will, like woman's, is stronger than the affection, and, once subjugated by vice, all eternal influences will be futile.

It is a mournful thing to know that you are utterly isolated among millions of human beings; that not a drop of your blood flows in any other veins.