Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.

We learn from failure, not from success!

It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.

Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.

Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.