They are so filthy and bestial that no honest man would admit one into his house for a water-closet doormat.

Château and hut, stone face and dangling figure, the red stain on the stone floor, and the pure water in the village well-thousands of acres of land-a whole province of France-all France itself-lay under the night sky, concentrated into a faint hairbreadth line. So does a whole world, with all its greatnesses and littlenesses, lie in a twinkling star.

Circumstances may accumulate so strongly even against an innocent man, that directed, sharpened, and pointed, they may slay him.

Of little worth as life is when we misuse it, it is worth that effort. It would cost nothing to lay down if it were not.

Trifles make the sum of life.

If a dread of not being understood be hidden in the breasts of other young people to anything like the extent to which it used to be hidden in mine - which I consider probable, as I have no particular reason to suspect myself of having been a monstrosity - it is the key to many reservations.

We must leave the discovery of this mystery, like all others, to time, and accident, and Heaven's pleasure.