Fortunate indeed are those in which there is combined a little good and a little bad, a little knowledge of many things outside their own callings, a capacity for love and a capacity for hate, for such as these can look with tolerance upon all, unbiased by the egotism of him whose head is so heavy on one side that all his brains run to that point.

I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life.

Were there no desire there would be no virtue, and because one man desires what another does not, who shall say whether the child of his desire be Vice or Virtue?

I have discovered that the world over, unusual weather prevails at all times of the year.

I have ever been prone to seek adventure and to investigate and experiment where wiser men would have left well enough alone.

I shall have to believe even though I cannot understand.

A warrior may change his metal, but not his heart.