That glorious vision of doing good is so often the sanguine mirage of so many good minds.

‎And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.

How beautiful you are! You are more beautiful in anger than in repose. I don't ask you for your love; give me yourself and your hatred; give me yourself and that pretty rage; give me yourself and that enchanting scorn; it will be enough for me.

All of us have wonders hidden in our breasts, only needing circumstances to evoke them.

We need never be ashamed of our tears.

. . . in seclusion, she had secluded herself from a thousand natural and healing influences; that, her mind, brooding solitary, had grown diseased, as all minds do and must and will that reverse the appointed order of their Maker . . .

Lawyers hold that there are two kinds of particularly bad witnesses--a reluctant witness, and a too-willing witness.